Quotes About Loss

Often those who hide their possession from everyone do so only for fear that the loved object will be taken away from them. And their happiness, by this prudent choice of silence, is diminished.

thus, in a wild desire to hurl myself into her arms, it was only at this instant—more than a year after her funeral, on account of the anachronism which so often prevents the calendar of facts from coinciding with that of our feelings—that I had just learned she was dead.

indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?

When we are suffering, the only words that touch us are the words of those who have known the person we loved and who can recall him to us.

I learned that a death had occurred during the day which distressed me greatly, that of Bergotte.

The broad daylight of habitual memory gradually fades our images of the past, wears them away until nothing is left of them and the past becomes irrecoverable.

Albertine had thus premeditated her escape for some time. This was the greatest misfortune of my life. And in spite of everything, the suffering which it caused me was perhaps even exceeded by my curiosity to know the causes of this disaster: whom Albertine had desired, for whom she had left me.

But the old lady on the contrary, far from justifying her daughter's fears, felt every time someone of her own age "disappeared" that she had gained a victory in a contest against formidable competitors.

Vakit kaybetmemek için yataktan kalkt?m, ama ac? beni oldu?um yere çiviledi: O gitti?inden beri ilk kez yataktan kalk?yordum.

I no longer loved Albertine. At most there were occasional days which brought the kind of weather that, modifying and stimulating our sensitivity, restores our contact with reality, making me feel bitterly sad when I thought of her. I suffered from a love that no longer existed. Thus when the weather changes do amputees feel pain in the leg they have lost.

They talk about vandalism, about the destruction of statues, but is not the destruction of so many wonderful young men who were polychrome statues of incomparable beauty also vandalism? Is not a city in which there are no more beautiful men like a city in which all the statuary has been destroyed?

Do not be surprised,' she said. 'It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

Monelle found me in the plain where I was wandering and took me by the hand. "Do not be surprised," she said. "It is I, and it is not I; "You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; "Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; "And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

And Monelle said again: I pity you, I pity you, my love. Even so, I shall return to the night; for it is necessary that you lose me before you find me again. And if you find me again, I shall elude you once more. For I am she who is alone. And Monelle said again: Because I am alone, you shall give me the name Monelle. But you shall imagine that I have every other name.

Sucede que a veces en el matrimonio las palabras se gastan, que a fuerza de repetirlas van vaciándose lentamente, perdiendo su sentido. No hay caso en volver a emplearlas, el significado de ellas ya no dice lo que semánticamente debiera decir. La pareja puede ser una instancia involuntaria de pérdida de lenguaje.

También nosotros en algún momento de nuestra vida, de repente, nos encontramos con una cuerda menos. Pero debemos continuar porque el desafío "es descubrir cuánta música se puede hacer con lo que a uno le queda". Sufrimos de dolor y lloramos la pérdida de un ser querido, y sentimos que se detuvo la música de nuestra vida. Pero en algún momento, no en un día, no en una semana, no de un jalón, sino lentamente, a veces dos

There goes your f#*king canoe!

Misery spreads out from a murder in ripples, blighting everything it touches.

Their children had been killed in a school bus accident. Or, more likely, a school shooting.

It's strange, you know. You can be friendly with people year after year, fish with them on the weekends, attend parties and cookouts, and then one day the reason you're drawn together is gone—and they're gone too. It's strange—and sad.

We are a people that have always celebrated other people's success so long as we always had the opportunity to meet that success ourselves. That is the American nature. That is the American character. That is one of the things that makes us different from the rest of the world. And I'm afraid we could lose that or are on the verge of losing that.

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

The present is the only thing of which a man can be deprived, if it is true that this is the only thing which he has, and that a man cannot lose something he does not already possess.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.