Quotes About Loss

The fire was followed by a period of grieving and then by an incredible lightness, freedom, and mobility.

I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.

The trade-off between freedom and security, so often proposed so seductively, very often leads to the loss of both.

As wild as I was, when the cops show up, and suddenly you're being handcuffed, it's so deeply shocking and terrifying, the loss of freedom.

Unfortunate. Unfortunate. Sometimes people struggling for freedom lose their way.

Freedom is often the first casualty of war.

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

Losing my homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery.

If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness.

You do not lament the loss of hair of one who has been beheaded.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

I just lost my best friend, I have been crying hysterical for a full day.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

But what a cruel thing is war to separate and destroy families and friends.

It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.

I have a dog and sometimes I'll be the littlest kid with my dog and marvel at his ears and his nose and how he looks at me. If he died, I'd bawl like a baby.

To lose a friend is the greatest of all losses.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

It was a weird mix of emotions. One day, your best friend could be killed. The day before, you could be celebrating him getting a brand-new bike.

I get plenty of exercise carrying the coffins of my friends who exercise.

Meg Ryan is a beautiful and courageous woman. I grieve the loss of her companionship, but I haven't lost her friendship. We still phone each other for a good chat.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

We die as often as we lose a friend.