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Quotes About Loss

Ölüm de?ilse bizi ay?ran, yaz?k olmu?.
~ Unknown
?nsan?n babas? hayatta bir kere ölür.
~ Unknown
?nsan nas?l kaybolabilir?
~ Unknown
?yi, iyi; bunlar?n hepsini Hüsamettin Albay?ma söylerim. Mezar ta??ma yazd?ramam ya bu kadar ?eyi. Söyle evlad?m, diye teselli ederdi annem beni.Söyle de içine hicran olmas?n.Hicran oldu anne.
~ Unknown
Annem, benim ölümden korktu?umu bilirdi; bunu bildi?i halde gene de ölmü?tü.
~ Unknown
I realized that I knew less about loneliness than I had thought - and much less than I would know when he went away.
~ Octavia E. Butler
The child in each of us Knows paradise. Paradise is home. Home as it was Or home as it should have been. Paradise is one's own place, One's own people, One's own world, Knowing and known, Perhaps even Loving and loved. Yet every child Is cast from paradise— Into growth and destruction, Into solitude and new community, Into vast, ongoing Change.
~ Octavia E. Butler
I lost an arm on my last trip home.
~ Octavia E. Butler
I lost an arm on my last trip home. My left arm.
~ Octavia E. Butler
I can't unfind you," he said.
~ Octavia E. Butler
Grief was grief, she thought. It was pain and loss and despair—an abrupt end where there should have been a continuing.
~ Octavia E. Butler
Grief hit like that. Something would remind us of the past, of home, of a person, and then we would remember that it was all gone. The person was dead or probably dead. Everything we'd known and treasured was gone.
~ Octavia E. Butler
God is Change And hidden within Change Is surprise, delight, Confusion, pain, Discovery, loss, Opportunity, and growth. As always, God exists To shape And to be shaped.
~ Octavia E. Butler
Do you think our world is coming to an end?" Dad asked, and with no warning at all, I almost started crying. I had all I could do to hold it back. What I thought was, "No, I think your world is coming to an end, and maybe you with it.
~ Octavia E. Butler
The Dunns must of felt this when Tracy vanished. Crazy as they are, crazy as she was, they must
~ Octavia E. Butler
In spite of your loss and pain, you aren't alone. You still have people who care about you and want you to be all right. You still have family.
~ Octavia E. Butler
Per me i cadaveri sono disgustosi. Puzzano e se sono lì da un po' sono pieni di vermi. Ma in fondo che cosa importa? Sono morti. Non soffrono più e se non ti piacevano quando erano vivi, perché turbarsi tanto ora che sono morti? Cory è rimasta sconvolta. Se la prende con me perché condivido il dolore dei vivi, ma lei cerca di condividerlo con i morti.
~ Octavia E. Butler
In an interview Butler has stated that the meaning of the amputation is clear enough: "I couldn't really let her come all the way back. I couldn't let her return to what she was, I couldn't let her come back whole and that, I think, really symbolizes her not coming back whole. Antebellum slavery didn't leave people quite whole.
~ Octavia E. Butler
It takes a lifetime to understand that long ago the grown-ups lied to you, that in fact nothing living, neither a flower, nor a rabbit, nor a person, nor a country, can, in fact, be had: they can only be destroyed, which is the one way to confirm they have been possessed.
~ Unknown
My life had lost its relish when liberty was gone.
~ Unknown
Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart, you lose twice.
~ Unknown
Entre los artículos almacenados en el "Canadá" que más dolorosamente me impresionaron, había una fila de coches de niño, que me trajeron al pensamiento a todos los desgraciados párvulos que los alemanes habían ejecutado. Otra sección emocionante era la destinada a los zapatos de niños y juguetes, que siempre estaba bien abastecida
~ Unknown
Anger always leaves a large void behind it, into which a flood of sorrow pours instantly, and keeps on flowing like a great river, without beginning or end.
~ Olga Tokarczuk
Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.
~ Olga Tokarczuk