Quotes About Loss

Ma non era solo questo: come se un argine fosse franato, proprio in quell'ora in cui ogni minaccia sembrava venire meno, in cui la speranza di un ritorno alla vita cessava di essere pazzesca ero sopraffatto da un dolore nuovo e più vasto, prima sepolto ai margini della coscienza da altri più urgenti dolori: il dolore dell'esilio, della casa lontana, della solitudine, degli amici perduti, della giovinezza perduta, e dello stuolo di cadaveri intorno

Né la morte aveva cessato di mietere

Piu' giu di cosi' non si puo' andare: condizione umana piu' misera non c'e', e non e' pensabile. Nulla piu' e' nostro: ci hanno tolto gli abiti, le scarpe, anche i capelli; se parleremo non ci ascolteranno, se ci ascoltassero non ci capirebbero. Ci toglieranno anche il nome: e se vorremmo conservarlo, dovremmo trovare in noi la forza di farlo, di fare si' che dietro al nome, qualcosa ancora di noi, di quelli che eravamo, rimanga.

Ora, è chiaro altresì che, per le dure leggi del commercio, quanto è di vantaggio a chi vende è svantaggio a chi compra, e viceversa

Nous sommes tous perdus, car c'est une bonne et sainte personne qui à été brulée.

I had really lost her, and the madness with which I avenged my mistakes on myself, by assaulting my physical self in several senseless ways in order to punish my moral self, contributed very much to the bodily ills under which I lost some of the best years of my life.

Despite all the pain, all the wrenching loss, there is no greater glory than a complicated life.

But you do understand. Think, Leweth. If we're nothing more than our thoughts and passions, and if our thoughts and passions are nothing more than movements of our souls, then we are nothing more than those who move us. Who you once were, Leweth, ceased to exist the moment your wife died.

A cut scarred where a caress faded away.

One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. Heartbroken

If we're nothing more than our thoughts and passions, and if our thoughts and passions are nothing more than movements of our souls, then we are nothing more than those who move us. Who you once were, Leweth, ceased to exist the moment your wife died.

No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.

HAD TO KILL THEM I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE LUCY K I

Abyss is not an absence Though presence be destroyed.

Hey! Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall. No onions! Your loss! I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight! Damn, girl. Harsh.

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane's solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. "How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

The rule of the Morrell family was over, and Richard owned a used-car lot and Monica worked at a nail salon, until one day she got run over by a bus. Very sad.

And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead, he called. And you said my dispersal system would never work!

Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

Jess had never imagined that someone would be so empty that they'd need to destroy something that precious to feel full.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

I gambled for the soul of the Library. And I lost.

Married and buried, wed and dead.