Quotes About Loss

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them as they go, they take many away.)

Pero al verla otra vez, a veinte metros de mí, mirándome, sentí que en mi alma, dormida en paz, surgía sangrando la desolación de haberla perdido, como si no hubiera pasado un solo día de esos diez años.

Inés! Y como diez años antes, los sollozos redoblaron, y como entonces me respondió bajo sus brazos: —No, no…¡Es demasiado tarde!…

The fog was made more beautiful by its passing, like flags in the spring; like the last drone of cicadas in a dying summer; like the brief yellow of hickories, the purple of sweetgums, in the fall. You loved most the things that passed away, that you couldn't hold on to, no matter how much you loved them.

People have said I'm the candidate of anger. Well, we have a right to be angry. We lost 3 million jobs. We lost our place as the moral leader of the world.

would have died there. Right there. And she didn't say anything. She didn't even cry at first. She just handed the letter to Pop, and he read it, and then he put his head down on the table and began to cry.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

Was it better then - measuring the loss - not to know happiness at all? Better to go through life waiting for what never came, because that way you had less to mourn?

He no sooner saw the woman than he saw the aftermath of her - his marriage proposal and her acceptance, the home they would set up together, the drawn rich silk curtains leaking purple light, the bed sheets billowing like clouds, the wisp of aromatic smoke winding from the chimney - only for every wrack of it - its lattice of crimson roof tiles, its gables and dormer windows, his happiness, his future - to come crashing down on him in the moment of her walking past.

Most people view risk taking primarily as a way to make money. Bearing higher risk generally produces higher returns...But it can't always work that way, or else risk investments wouldn't be risky. And when risk bearing doesn't work, it really doesn't work, and people are reminded what risk's all about.

Most people view risk taking primarily as a way to make money. Bearing higher risk generally produces higher returns...But it can't always work that way, or else risky investments wouldn't be risky. And when risk bearing doesn't work, it really doesn't work, and people are reminded what risk's all about.

Closure is cowardice. When you lose someone you love, the memory of them maintains a tenacious adhesiveness to the heart

Many of us spent time talking with the men and women who had lived through Katrina, and we heard stories of not only individual sacrifice and loss, but also of neighbors taking care of neighbors. The power of community was so evident in New Orleans.

One of the terrible tragedies, for me, was the fact that my father passed away before he could witness what I achieved.

the more people possess, the greater their losses; so the rich are not as carefree as the poor. The higher people rise, the faster they fall, so the upper classes are not as secure as the common people. Association with city people is not as good as friendship with elderly peasants. Calling on upper-class mansions is not as good as getting to know peasant homes.

There will always remain more ashes than remorse.

Remuer les morts avec des fleurs et des larmes par douce vengeance

Unfortunately, I suspect there never will be a requiem for the Dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing.

I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn it's passing.

In London similar scenes played out as names were posted at Oceanic House, White Star's London office, near Trafalgar Square. Southampton was the hardest-hit city of all since that was where most of the crew and victualing staff lived—of whom only 212 out of 885 had survived.

Some friendships fade. Others dissolve under stress or disagreement. Still other friends just leave. Those that stick, however, are almost irreplaceable; and the sadness of long life is losing friends.

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers." Neville Chamberlain

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers. N. CHAMBERLAIN

I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.