Quotes About Loss

Potato potato, your death is now my sorrow

A mother who tries to console her broken heart by fancying her departed child absent on his wonted chase after the dragon-fly, hums, How far to-day in chase, I wonder, Has gone my hunter of the dragon-fly!

My share, it should be lost.

I've found out that I don't belong anywhere anymore, I don't long to be anywhere, but I used to think I had a heart and I belonged in Austria. But one day it all comes to an end, you lose both heart and soul, and now there is something bleeding to death inside of me but I don't know what it is.

Enigma Ya no vendrá nada más. Nunca más será ya primavera. Los calendarios milenarios a cualquiera lo predicen. Pero tampoco verano y más adelante lo que tiene nombres tan buenos como "veraniego"- No vendrá ya nada más. No debes llorar, dice una música. Más no dice nadie.

As it was all was lost. He was alive, yes, he was alive, he felt this for the first time. But he knew now that he was living in a prison, that he had to make the best of it in there and would soon rage and would have to speak this thieves' cant, the only language at his disposal, in order not to be so abandoned.

That for the most part, people had the same needs, the same wants, the same desires. They wanted the best for their loved ones and grieved when life brought them short of that.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. – Aeschylus

It's just a fact that once we lose our parents and grandparents, no one in our lives will ever love us like that again.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts. Perhaps the fear of a loss of power." —John Steinbeck

Along with the other losses I've grieved in the past three years, I feel a deep pang of mourning for the death of the woman I used to be.

Blame, I guess, is a heavy burden to indulge. Forgiving my father doesn't make me miss my mother any less, or change the fact that I long to have her in my life now, for selfish reasons, I admit. Maybe that's the hardest thing to accept about being an adult. The fact that things happen to us in this world that we simply have no control over. Or any ability to change the outcome of.

The moment will come, as surely as we breathe, when opportunity will disappear. Then, and only then, will we realize what we have lost.

We're left without a chance, ignorant and remorseful among the ruins of our ambitions.

Helena (börjar gråta): Ser du, nu gråter jag. Det glada, fina livet är slut, det hemska, skitige livet kastar sig över oss. Så är det.

Then in 2014, a year after Ingo's passing, I was reading Joe McMoneagle's book Mind Trek. In it, Joe recounts his remote viewing of Mars on 22 May 1984—24 days before Ingo's five-person team.[10] Joe speaks of the same entities, the same profound sense of loss, the same structures, the same inner chambers…to this day I am reluctant to discuss it, but if you want to know more, read Mind Trek.

Comprendía, entonces, que la vida nos da montones de provisiones para nuestras travesías por el desierto. Todo lo que había adquirido de manera activa o pasiva, todo lo que había aprendido voluntariamente o por ósmosis, volvía a mí como las verdaderas riquezas de mi existencia, cuando lo había perdido todo.

Now I realized that life supplies us with everything we need for the journey. Everything I had acquired either actively or passively, everything I had learned either voluntarily or by osmosis, was coming back to me as the real riches of my life, even though I had lost everything.

When you love someone as much as that, you don't believe they can die. You think your love protects them.

Too Soon to Say Goodbye, Buchwald writes about how he came to be admitted to a hospice facility in the Washington, D.C.

I don't know if anyone ever "wins" a war, Jeth.

Who needs a suitcase? The notebooks are burnt.

about death and violence. Noah would deny it.

Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind.