Quotes About Loss

I am deeply saddened by the death of my dear friend, Dudley Moore.

We have all lost our possessions and many of us our homes," he said. "But these losses, severe though they may seem, remind us of what no person can take, and that is our minds and our imaginations.

The only thing we are naturally afraid of is pain, or loss of pleasure. And because these are not annexed to any shape, colour, or size of visible objects, we are frighted of none of them, till either we have felt pain from them, or have notions put into us that they will do us harm.

The only cure for loss of illusions is fresh illusions, more illusions, and always illusions.

Our happiness is made up of the things we miss.

Dating is like nightfall--there's got to be a mourning after.

If you were to be lost in the river, Jonas, your memories would not be lost with you. Memories are forever.

Don't be afraid. The dead cannot hurt you. They give you no pain, except that of seeing your own death in their faces. And one can face that, I find.

Tant bien que mal, avant j'aimais la vie, parce qu'on l'avait en commun. Avant, j'aimais la vie, même sachant tout ce que je savais, car dans l'immensité du vide, il était là qui souriait. Aujourd'hui, je chéris un fantôme, un souvenir. Je pense encore à lui chaque jour, chaque minute, chaque seconde…

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

When Ben and I split up at the moment when I thought we were committing to each other forever, it was my first real heartbreak, it felt like my heart had been torn out of my chest.

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

Simplicity is the first thing that is lost, and the last that is regained.

All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.

I am ashes where once I was fire...

whom the god loves dies young

They grieved for those who perished with the cutter, and also for the biscuit casks and butter.

I loved - but those I loved are gone; Had friends - my early friends are fled: How cheerless feels the heart alone When all its former hopes are dead! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul, The heart - the heart - is lonely still.

none are left to please when none are left to love.

My days of love are over; me no more The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow, Can make the fool of which they made before,— In short, I must not lead the life I did do; The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, The copious use of claret is forbid too, So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

History can only take things in the gross; But could we know them in detail, perchance In balancing the profit and the loss, War's merit it by no means might enhance, To waste so much gold for a little dross, As hath been done, mere conquest to advance. The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

With nothing left to love— there's naught to dread.

Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.

The value of moments, when cast up, is immense, if well employed; if thrown away, their loss is irrevocable.