Quotes About Loss

Aren't personal crises, loss, sadness, and periods of emotional darkness just part of human nature? Absolutely!

We come from nothing, we are going back to nothing-In the end what have we lost? Nothing!

How many Americans lives have been lost in this brutal and needless war? How many Iraqi? How many names do we know on either side?

They (the government) are unfazed by any amount of travesty, loss, tragedy, death, and destruction.

Mr. Bernard died on a Monday, at the age of seventy-five, his body wasted. He lay in state for two days in the lobby of the Bernard Gursky Tower and, as he failed to rise on the third, he was duly buried.

Following the death of his wife, Sam Johnson wrote to the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, "I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wilds of life, without any certain direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on a world to which I have little relation." But my wife wasn't dead, merely absent.

and then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's desire. What was troubling her this morning? Maybe Kate had reproached her on the phone for leaving me? How dare Kate. Oh yeah? Go for it, my darling. Remind her of what she's missing. No, don't.

Killing is the payoff of war.

Death ends life not a relationship

Your mummy and daddy love you very much,' she'd say. 'But people can't fry potatoes after they're dead.

I've never seen real dead people. Real dead people are different from dead people in stories. When you see real dead people you want to cry.

Your mummy and daddy love you very much,' she'd say. 'But people can't fry potatoes after they're dead. Don't you know anything?

Guardandomi intorno come qualcuno che d'un tratto si è infilato un paio di occhiali puliti, vedevo che quasi tutti portavano addosso i brutali segni dell'amore, un amore perduto, strappato via, o semplicemente sepolto in una tomba." Dopo di te - vol 2

When everything is lost (peel it all away) Haunting us with questions (asking) Will we... Ever find the smile inside (no), is it hidden Behind the sweating eyes (bleeding) Dead inside a scream that's pouring from me

Bu an?n hüzün verici, dramatik bir an oldu?unu biliyor, ama kendi fazla bir ?ey hissedemiyordu. Herkesin içinde k?r?lan yerin sahibinden götürdü?ü ?eyler farkl?yd?.

Oysa Serap'?n 'o zamanlar' dedi?i her ?ey, ?imdi ona çok uzak geliyor. Y?llarla tart?lmayacak bir uzakl?k bu. Hem herkesin y?llar? bir de?il ki! O günler: Ne ac?, ne tatl?, sadece uzak. Uzakl???n her zaman bir kay?p anlam?na gelmedi?ini biliyor.

Fly down, Death: Call me:I have become a lost name.

Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and dying as on a battlefield.

The truth, indeed, is out—but the ears to hear it and the minds to learn from it seem to have been atrophied by a cultivated ignorance and a nearly total loss of critical insight.

The main drawback of the government sponsored transcontinentals was that they were not funded through market savings but instead government loans and land grants, and were thus not disciplined by profit and loss. By granting subsidies, the government diverted resources away from where consumers would have spent their money (and hence valued more highly).

Either we waste time, or it ends up making us lose.

Relationship is like squeezing an orange and throwing away the rind.

The loss of our loved one is always terrifying, but there is nothing we can do when all remedies fail.

The smile fades where love ends.