Quotes About Loss

She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.

I will break your heart over a fucking library card.

trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

Gané el único duelo que he perdido.

hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came. It is a small hope, and pointless really. They are just as dead either way. Still, I hope.

Everything said, you couldn't hope for a nicer day to have a half dozen ex-soldiers with hunting bows relieve you of everything you owned.

O consolo trazido pelas garrafas e pelos livros se apagou num segundo, não deixando em seu olhar nada além de vazio e dor.

intensity of indifference that only grief can promote.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE Losing the Light

There were tears once or twice. But they were not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt.

I will have no fighting among my friends. I have lost enough without that.

It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood. The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of loss.

As my father used to say: "There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend." - Kvothe the Bloodless (The Name of The Wind)

There were tears once or twice. But not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt. I couldnt tell what it was and didnt dare to ask. Instead I simply said what I could to take the pain away and helped her shut her eyes against the world.

And even knowing that to possess that scent he must pay the terrible price of losing it again, the very possession and the loss seemed to him more desirable than a prosaic renunciation of both. For he had renounced things all his life. But never once had he possessed and lost.

constantly before his eyes now was a river flowing from him; and it was as if he himself and his house and the wealth he had accumulated over many decades were flowing away like the river, while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current.

Porque durante toda su vida no había hecho más que renunciar, pero nunca había poseído y perdido.

Whenever the lion fish in the fish tank in the captain's ready room died it was always a sad moment.

Barry remembered his dad saying that the casualties of war couldn't be counted only among the dead and the wounded.

Two people do not lose themselves at the identical moment, or else they might find each other, and be saved. It is not as simple as that.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone?

We want thing we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment , sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

It seemed as if the whole of the world was slowly being stripped of innocence. Or maybe I was seeing a little too clearly.