Quotes About Loss

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

Der Tod verändert auch die Lebenden.

Polòtain kann mir alles nehmen, aber nicht sie. NICHT SIE! Städte hätte ich nach ihr benannt und Tempel für sie errichtet. Nun verstößt sie mich, ohne dass ich weiß, warum! Ohne dass sie es mir sagte! - Sinthoras

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.

One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

Cancer has been unfortunately in my life. My mom's best friend is kicking ass in her battle with breast cancer. Both of my grandmas had cancer. I recently lost a friend to cancer.

Man durfte dem Bild nicht anmerken, daß es nicht mehr in Ordnung war, und man mußte immer noch ein wenig Glanz darauf legen. Je mehr sie selbst an Substanz verlor, desto strahlender, dichter und übermächtiger mußte ihr Bild werden.

Ich erinnerte mich an gewisse Tage meiner Kindheit ohne Trauer und Wehmut, ja selbst ohne Sympathie. Das kleine Mädchen von damals war tot, erwürgt und verscharrt von großen geschickten Händen. Es war nicht Schade darum, denn es hatte sich kaum gewehrt, und um Dinge und Menschen, die sich nicht wehren, braucht man nicht zu trauern.

If no one goes to gravesides anymore, if you won't visit me there no more, I might as well have my ashes in a jam jar and be more mobile.

Amnesia—A specific and significant block of time that has passed but that cannot be accounted for by memory.

I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

Life is love and I have no love left. Love has drained itself from me, and run to a river like this one.

The child is dead. There is nothing left to know.

Worse, you all present tense and have to deal with sudden past tense all around you. It's like realizing somebody rob you a year late.

You never know when people's dreams are connected to you before you're gone and then there's nothing to do, but watch them die in a different way, slow, limb by limb, system by system.

Sometimes war stop because you forget why you fight, sometimes you tired of warring, sometimes people who dead come back to you in you sleep and you can't remember them name, and sometimes you come to see that who you supposed to fight not even your enemy

Jah know, sometimes I don't learn till too late, and to know something too late? Well is better you never know as my mother used to say. Worse, you all present tense and have to deal with sudden past tense all around you. It's like realizing somebody rob you a year late. So

You never know when people's dreams are connected to you before you're gone and then there's nothing to do, but watch them die in a different way, slow, limb by limb, system by system. Heart condition, diabetes, slow-killing diseases with slow-sounding names. This is the body going over to death with impatience, one part at a time.

One night. It took one night to lose everything. But maybe everything was nothing if it could be lost so fast.

Because at the end of a true story, there is nothing but waste.

Know something too late? Well, is better you never know, as my mother used to say. Worse, you all present tense and have to deal with sudden past tense all around you. It's like realizing somebody rob you a year late.

Please. You must let me go," she whispered. "Or I will be lost." He bowed his head, his lips almost touching hers. "You will never be lost. I will always find you.