Quotes About Loss

Pero si yo la pierdo un día [...], perdería con ella la última oportunidad de vivir, el último respiro del tiempo, porque si bien mi corazón ahora se siente generoso, alegre, renovado, sin ella volvería a ser un corazón definitivamente envejecido.

nadie iba a hallar vestigios de Rita en la borra del café.

Cómo se acordará? ¿Como yo, con recuerdos de recuerdos, o directamente, como quien ve la propia cara en el espejo? ¿Será posible que él, que sólo tenía cuatro años, posea la imagen, y que a mí, en cambio, que tengo registradas tantas noches, tantas noches, tantas noches, no me quede nada?

Por qué deberíoa estar triste? He perdido a gente que no me amaba. Pero ellos perdieron a alguien que los amaba

Allá donde normalmente va la dignidad, él sólo tiene un muñón; se la amputaron.

lo cierto es que la vida desde el principio me sacó ventajas y yo no he podido ni podré jamás recuperar el terreno perdido.

bueno, la muerte de Isabel es algo fuerte, pero no puedo llamarla terrible; después de todo, ¿existe algo más natural que irse de este mundo?), que frenaran mis mejores impulsos, que impidieran mi desarrollo

El Olvido está lleno de Memoria

Lo perdido tuvo color pero ahora es incoloro. Los latidos del gastado corazón invaden nuestra noche, pero el insomnio actual tiene otra partitura. Lo perdido es también un par o dos de labios que probaron el sabor de los míos, y que ahora tan sólo puedo besar en mi memoria.

When he had died, the duchess had prayed nightly to God to send her down a personality, for she had become unused to thinking any individual thought or taking any individual action.

Maybe she would remember who he was, and maybe she would come back.

I have lost things I will never stop missing.

Still Dev missed him. Not all the time or even very often, but now and then, missing would hit Dev, throw him off balance, a sudden, undeniable ache to know his father, how his voice sounded, what his face did when he read the paper or looked at his son. And the missing wasn't fair; it wasn't earned. In fact, the missing, the searching, the imagining were so unfair that when you put them all together, they looked a lot like betrayal.

All the books she'd read had taught her nothing about what you do when your mother doesn't die but turns into someone you don't know, someone who doesn't take care of you anymore.

What if grief isn't only missing people and being sad? That's how we usually think about it. But what if it's just -- reckoning with their being gone and with knowing they're never coming back?

A picture doesn't bring someone to life. A picture is a death of the moment when the picture is taken. Whenever you look at a picture, time dies again.

They had never had anything but now they had nothing. Mary realized how different those two conditions were.

You'll know who you are when you start losing things,' Doris said.

The next day, Mary walked through the rubble of their destroyed house. They had never had anything but now they had nothing. Mary realized how different those two conditions were.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around.

It's what we chase but never find. It is the mystery of our lives, the understanding that even when we have everything we want it is one day to leave us. It's the something unseen, the lurking devastation, the darkness that gives our lives dimension.

One bloody battle followed another. Sometimes the North won, sometimes the South, but always the soldiers lost, thousands of them dying or maimed.

Twee jaar later, in die winter van 1995, het sy die eindfluitjie vir haar huwelik hoor blaas. Alles was verby, daar is nie eens meer beseringstyd oor nie. Niemand het die stryd gewen nie, albei kante het verloor. Daar kon nie 'n wenner in hierdie kragmeting wees nie.

Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.