Quotes About Loss

Morir no es malo para el que muere, pensé; es tremendo para el que queda navegando por la estela que el otro trazó, desbrozando, soportando una vida larga, fofa, despojada del menor aliciente...

Es algo que suele suceder con los muertos: lamentar no haberles dicho a tiempo cuánto los amabas, lo necesarios que te eran. Cuando alguien imprescindible se va de tu lado, vuelves los ojos a tu interior y no encuentras más que banalidad, porque los vivos, comparados con los muertos, resultamos insoportablemente banales.

Le dolía que los hechos pasasen con esta facilidad a ser recuerdos; notar la sensación de que nada, nada de lo pasado, podría reproducirse. Era aquella una sensación angustiosa de dependencia, le ponía nervioso la imposibilidad de dar marcha atrás en el reloj del tiempo.

And once again I believe that nothing that's important really becomes lost. We just delude ourselves, thinking that we own the things, the moments and the others. Still with me are all the dead persons who I loved, all the friends who turned away, all the happy days that faded. I lost nothing but the illusion that everything could be mine forever.

E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros. Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram. Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre.

Mas afinal, o que se leva da vida, senão os remorsos? Remorsos do que poderia ter sido e não foi, e do que se perdeu depois de ter sido. Remorsos do que devia ter sido dito e feito, e não o foi a tempo, ou do que foi demasiadamente dito e feito. Remorsos destes eternos desencontros, desta sensação de que nada existe no seu tempo certo, de chegar sempre tarde ou partir cedo demais.

Luís Bernardo deixou-se ficar até ao fim, sozinho, mais sozinho do que nunca, como se toda a ilha se tivesse despovoado de repente e, por entre os sinais de abandono e de solidão, ele buscasse os sinais da passagem de Ann para não morrer de loucura.

Mai bine astfel, intr-o privinta: sa-l stie mort, decat parasit de casa lui, in bratele alteia si-n asternut strain.

BrzmiaÅ'o to dokÅ'adnie jak jego ciotka, która zmarÅ'a jesieniÄ… zeszÅ'ego roku, gÅ'os szeptaÅ': - Paska... paska... A potem ucichÅ' tajemniczo.

ONE BY ONE I HAD WATCHED THEM ALL DIE.

As a rule of thumb, loss of rents will pay you up to six months of lost rent should a tragedy happen to this single-family house.

Turnovers are by far, your biggest expense. The fewer you have, the more money you will make.

Thinking the loss of a loved one was unfortunate, ill timed, sad, or an accident is to miss the gift.

choreography was divinely managed. Thinking the loss of a loved one was unfortunate, ill timed, sad, or an accident is to miss the gift.

You shouldn't be thinking of losing each-other at all. Don't let that loom over your happiness right now. Enjoy that easy silence with him. It is rare what you've got. But, when the time does come... it will be hard every day and it won't get easier. But... eventually, after some time, you'll find little moments, little pieces of life that remind you of him... and you'll hold them tight. It'll be like he's here with you, even though he's gone.

she didn't love me any more and that was pretty much the beginning of the end.

Grief sends your thinking into all kinds of weird places. It makes you come up with all sorts of strange rules.

Because that's the thing about grief no one ever tells you: it's greedy. You don't notice at first because you're still in shock, and there's so much to do, from obtaining death certificates to canceling utility contracts, but hour by hour, day by day, it eats up every last scrap of energy you have, leaving you spent and empty.

My kids have moved more in their twenties, you know, than my parents have moved in nearly 40-something years of marriage before they died. So there's a part of me that laments what we have lost, and that is a sense of community.

her voice suddenly gone as if it had snagged on the mist and was carried off into the failing light, leaving the phone dead in my hand, a warm sliver with the screen fading like some luminous shard from outer space which had traveled across stellar distances at great speed to arrive here in my hand where its glow was now losing its heat, gone

My experience, with both my parents, is that grief has a lot of down, sad things, but I was also really emotionally raw, in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely, my relationships were hotter, and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

It is sad, in a way, that the exploding auto is going the way of the old red streetcar, the horse-drawn milk wagon, the ice truck and other traditional and practical forms of transportation. A shotgun blast from a clump of bushes is nice in its own way, but for drama there is nothing like instant depreciation of a car with a gangster at the wheel.

My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War.

There is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason.