Quotes About Loss

The drummer in my first band was killed in Vietnam. He kind of signed up and joined the marines. Bart Hanes was his name. He was one of those guys that was jokin' all the time, always playin' the clown.

South Vietnam faces total defeat, and soon.

We didn't lose Vietnam. We quit Vietnam.

The military has been determined to control the images of war since Vietnam. They're convinced that they lost the war because of loss of political support back home, because people saw what was going on.

From Vietnam's 'Deer Hunter' to Iraq, films are never about the person who has had his house destroyed.

The U.S. never lost a battle against North Vietnam, but it lost the war.

I don't expect ever to find the kind of happiness I had with Henry." "Why not?" "A love like that can only happen once in a lifetime." Gabriel pondered that. "I certainly don't understand everything about love," he said almost humbly. "But I don't think it works like that.

As it turned out, Welcome was where I lost everything, and gained everything. Welcome was the place where my life was guided from one track to another, ending me to places I'd never thought of going.

it's far easier to make a heart stop beating entirely than to keep it from loving the wrong person.

You took Theo's title and his home," West continued in appalled disbelief, "and now you want his wife." "His widow," Devon muttered. "Have you seduced her?" "Not yet." West clapped his hand to his forehead. "Christ. Don't you think she's suffered enough?

I love you, dammit! I love you because you belong to me. I love you for taking care of me. For making me feel as if there is still some good left in me. Philippe was a better man than I'll ever be. God knows he deserved you more than I do. But he's gone now…and I need you." -Justin Vallerand

And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.

My condolences for your loss," he said. "My congratulations for your gain." Devon frowned. "I assure you, I never wanted your husband's title." "It's true," West said. "He complained about it all the way from London." Devon sent his brother a damning glance.

Some of her fear must have shone through her effort to maintain a reassuring facade, for her father took one of her hands and exerted a feeble tug to bring her closer to him. "Evie," came his faint whisper, "I'm going to your mother, y'see…she's got 'em to leave a back door open…so I can steal into 'eaven.

But one wrong half turn of a steering wheel, one patch of wet road, one out of control moment, and the amount of life measured out to Victoria Nolan had run cruelly short.

Some of her fear must have shone through her effort to maintain a reassuring facade, for her father took one of her hands and exerted a feeble tug to bring her closer to him. "Evie," came his faint whisper, "I'm going to your mother, y'see… she's got 'em to leave a back door open… so I can steal into 'eaven." She laughed quietly even as a few hot tears spilled from her eyes.

Dressed in her white gown, with only a light sheet to cover her legs, she looked as small as a child as she lay alone in her bed. She was dying, Zachary thought numbly, and he could not seem to think of what would happen afterward. For him there would be no hopes, no expectations, no future pleasure or happiness, as if his own life would end when hers did.

Dying in her arms … cradled against her as he relinquished his scarred soul to the darkness … Win would be the last thing he would ever feel, see, hear. Had there been any tears in him, he would have wept in gratitude.

The trick was forgetting about what she had lost … and learning to go on with what she had left.

I tried not to think of Uncle Ray as being gone forever. I just liked to imagine him on one really long Lost Weekend.

Your husband was fucking my dead wife and you're angry that I went to see Amy?

The news of Scarlet's death evoked some feeling in Owen, but there were too many other emotions, all vying for attention, canceling one another out. What remained was an oppressive depression mixed with caffeine withdrawal.

If the death of his mother was behind the curtain, John realized he was unequal to it. He knew he was just a kid and that he should not understand about being unequal to anything. Most people don't have to face that kind of realization until they were well out of childhood; he knew all that. But he had learned too early that you could be unequal to your situation.

Looking at his dead son must have been like watching a movie where nothing moved. It was not photograph because it had duration. It had to be lived through. A photograph has none of that. This was a story without an ending. It would go on forever.