Quotes About Loss

Oh, but strawberries will never taste so good again and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!

Memory of the knife will be gone when the flesh is gone.

Grandpa didn't die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place [...] He was that place, an' he knowed it.

Then crop failure, drought, and flood were no longer little deaths within life, but simple losses of money. And all their love was thinned with money, and all their fierceness dribbled away in interest until they were no longer farmers at all, but little shopkeepers of crops, little manufacturers who must sell before they can make.

Now it is over," he said sadly. "Now the great times are done. Thy friends will mourn, but nothing will come of their mourning." Danny

Then Samuel died and the world shattered like a dish.

The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.

A war comes always to someone else...The war, at first anyway, was for other people...And just as war is always for somebody else, so it is also true that someone else always gets killed. And Mother of God! that wasn't true either...

Casy said, He was foolin', all the time. I think he knowed it. An' Grampa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried. Why, no. Oh, he was breathin, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

Do you know, I loved you better than anything in the world? I did. It was so strong that it took quite a killing.

In all such local tragedies time works like a damp brush on water color. The sharp edges blur, the ache goes out of it, the colors melt together, and from the many separated lines a solid gray emerges.

For some reason he remembered the Mexican name for carnations. Somebody must have told him when he was a kid. They were called Nails of Love ---and marigolds , the Nails of Death. It was a word lie nails---claveles. Maybe he'd better put marigolds on his mothers grave.

An' Grandpa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried Why, no. Oh he was breathin', Casy went on, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

He don't like no fancy stuff like that. He don't even like word writin'. Kinda scares 'im, I guess. Ever' time Pa seen writin', somebody took somepin away from 'im.

Ever' time Pa seen writin', somebody took somepin away from 'im.

But Kino had lost his old world and he must clamber on to a new one. For his dream of the future was real and never to be destroyed, and he said I will go, and that made a real thing too.

Ever see a cock pheasant, stiff and beautiful, ever' feather drawed an' painted an' even his eyes drawed in pretty? An' bang! You pick him up - bloody an' twisted, an' you spoiled somepin better'n you; an' eatin' him don't ever make it up to you, 'cause you spoiled somepin in yaself, an' you can't never fix it up.

Hay?r, ölmekte olan kiÅŸiyi sevebilir, nefret edebilir, arkas?ndan aÄŸlayabilir, özleyebilirsiniz; ama öldüÄŸü zaman o art?k karma??k ve resmi bir sosyal kutlaman?n ana malzemesi, baÅŸl?ca süs olup ç?kar.

Sevgi yok senin içinde. Vard?, beni öldürmeye yetecek kadar.

the warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

Hayatlar?m?z bizden ayr?l?nca nas?l yaÅŸayabiliriz? GeçmiÅŸimiz olmadan kendimizi nas?l tan?yaca??z? Hay?r, hay?r. B?rak kals?n. Yak gitsin.

Sadness and death, she thought, and death and sadness, and it wrenched in her stomach against the soreness. You just have to wait around long enough and it will come.

A frightened sorrow has closed down over my heart. I wish I were a child so I could cry. I'm too old to be afraid like this. And I've not felt such despair since a bird died in my hand by a flowing water long ago