Quotes About Loss

Death wasn't something you could control. In fact, it would always have the upper hand.

It's not as if I will be the first leader who ever turned her back on the truth because her people needed the comfort of fantasy. If everyone shared my sense of loss we would be paralyzed, doomed. I have to put it behind myself literally. Live only with the present and the future. We have no real past. We live in a hollow rock surrounded by nothing. Outside of this bubble of life, night that goes on forever. But this is true: it's only in the night that you can see the stars.

I get the whole lost-your-parents thing. Been there. But that don't have to turn you stupid. That's a choice, like wearing green stretch pants.

Cheese is also a powerful inducer of acid load, which increases calcium loss further.89 Considering that cheese and butter are the foods with the highest saturated-fat content and the major source of our dioxin exposure, cheese is a particularly foolish choice for obtaining calcium.

Kim Sun-il died

But then all at once he wanted to have his own goods and money and to be his own master, and so he asked his father to give him his portion, and he left his home and went and wasted all his substance.

Herr Sesemann Hears of Things that are New to Him X Another Grandmother XI Heidi Gains in One Way and Loses in Another XII A Ghost in the House XIII A Summer Evening on the Mountain XIV Sunday Bells XV Preparations for a journey XVI A Visitor XVII A Compensation XVIII Winter in Dorfli

I wish I could lay down beside her and die too.

Liberty once lost, is lost forever.

The world has suffered no greater literary loss than the loss of Sappho's poems.

Still the dream persists, suppressed but always there, that somehow by some miraculous effort of the heart what was done could be undone. What form would such atonement take that would turn back time and bring the dead to life? None. None possible, not in the real world. And yet in my imaginings I can clearly see this cleansed new creature steaming up out of myself like a proselyte rising drenched from the baptismal river amid glad cries.

Her own mother had died when Anna was twelve and since then father and daughter had faced the world like a pair of nineteenth-century adventurers, a riverboat gambler, say, and his alibi girl.

The dead are my dark matter, filling up impalpably the empty spaces of the world.

of her blood. Oh, I do not say these are

No w?a?nie, przedmioty potrafi? przetrwa?, a ?ywi tymczasem znikaj?.

wanted to tell her about the blade of sunlight cleaving the velvet shadows of the public urinal that post-war spring afternoon in Regensburg, of the incongruous gaiety of the rain shower that fell the day of my father's funeral, of that last night with Boy when I saw the red ship under Blackfriars Bridge and conceived of the tragic significance of my life: in other words, the real things; the true things.

I looked out into the luminous grey twilight, aghast and in an obscure way proud at the thought of what I had lost, of what might have been.

Innocence is like youth,' he declared sadly, 'which is given to us only to expend and takes its very meaning from its loss.

The splendour & the lose grew all the same, Sire.

Many things lost in life can be restored; however, time misused can never be recovered. Once the sun goes down, the day is forever gone.

And I have tried to forget him, I have tried to convince myself that it was just one of those things, but it's difficult to do that when my body is standing here, eight feet deep in the earth of northern France, while my heart remains by a stream in a clearing in England where I left it weeks ago.

It occurs to me that even though Zoya and I are both still alive, my life is already over. She will be taken from me soon and there will be no reason for me to continue without her. We are one person, you see. We are GeorgyandZoya.

Se me ocurre que, incluso aunque Zoya y yo aún seguimos vivos, mi vida ha concluido ya. No tardaré en perderla y no habrá razón para que continúe sin ella. Verán, es que somos una sola persona. Somos GeorgiZoya.

I suppose you wish you'd won the war." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Mr. Darcy-Witt," I said, as if I were explaining something obvious to a child. "No one wins a war.