Quotes About Loss

There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, the things change, even though they remain the same. […] they say something to us, standing there not as objects but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of the solitude in which a man comes to make decisions about himself.

love was not a quantifiable substance. There was always more of it somewhere, and even after one love had been lost, it was by no means impossible to find another.

It was the first time since his master's death that he had been able to think about such things without feeling crushed by sorrow, the first time he had understood that memory was a place, a real place that one could visit, and that to spend a few moments among the dead was not necessarily bad for you, that it could in fact be a source of great comfort and happiness.

You were too young back then to understand how much you would later forget—and too locked in the present to realize that the person you were writing to was in fact your future self. So you put down the journal, and little by little, over the course of the next forty-seven years, almost everything was lost.

These are the last things, she wrote. One by one they disappear and never come back. I can tell you of the ones I have seen, of the ones that are no more, but I doubt there will be time. It is all happening too fast now, and I cannot keep up.

Six days ago, a man blew himself up by the side of a road in northern Wisconsin.

He finds a fresh sheet of paper. He lays it out on the table before him and writes these words with his pen. It was. It will never be again. Remember.

La memoria è una gran benedizione, Peter. E' la cosa più bella dopo la morte.

Bir ölüm ferman? ç?karmak zaten yeterince kötüydü, ama ölmü? bir adam için çal??mak en az onun kadar kötüydü.

Não, não vou fingir que o divórcio não é uma coisa cruel. É um sofrimento indescritível, um desespero que dá cabo de nós, uma raiva diabólica, para além daquela nuvem constante de mágoa na cabeça que, pouco a pouco, se vai transformando numa espécie de luto, como se, de facto, estivéssemos a chorar por um morto

Desde então, sob o sol radioso, sob a tempestade, ao crepúsculo, sentimos amargamente a sua falta

Henry je Mr. Bonesu dokazao da se ljubav ne može mjeriti. Ona uvijek negdje postoji, pa i kad je se izgubi mogu?e je prona?i novu.

Even before his death he had been absent, and long ago the people closest to him had learned to accept this absence, to treat it as the fundamental quality of his being.

It hurt too much to look back, so I kept my eyes fixed in front of me, and every time I took another step forward, I drifted farther away from the person I´d been with Master Yehudi. The best part of me was lying under the ground with him in the California desert.

It's not just that things vanish--but once they vanish, the memory of them vanishes as well. Dark areas form in the brain, and unless you make a constant effort to summon up the things that are gone, they will quickly be lost to you forever...try to remember it, try to memorise all the beautiful things you are seeing, and in that way they will always be with you, even when you can't see them anymore... I wanted everything to belong to me, for all that beauty to be a part of what I was.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

Etan Patz se había despedido de su madre una mañana y había bajado a esperar el autobús del colegio (era el primer día después de una larga huelga de autobuses y el niño quería ir solo, hacer ese pequeño gesto de independencia) y nadie había vuelto a verlo. Fuera lo que fuese lo sucedido, no dejó rastros".

Ogni giorno è la stessa battaglia, lo stesso senso di vuoto, lo stesso desiderio di dimenticare e poi di non dimenticare. Quando ciò accade, è perché si è a questo punto, è solo quando si è toccato questo limite la penna comincia a scrivere. La storia inizia e si ferma, va avanti e poi si perde e, in mezzo a ogni parola, quanti silenzi, quante parole sfuggono e svaniscono per non essere mai più ritrovate.

We don't want to know when we will die or when the people we love will betray us....we're hungry to know the dead before they were dead, to acquaint ourselves with the dead as living beings.

Dead or not, he must taste my Sarah's ashes.

I will stay with her until it is time to close her eyelids wrap the wretched sheet around her bones.

Zadie Smith: "It hurts just as much as it is worth.

Under the right circumstances and in the right doses, physical pain and emotional pain, difficulty and failure and loss, are exactly what we are looking for.

Princess Diana talking to Prince William about the loss of her title Her Royal Highness: She turned to William in her distress. She (Princess Diana) told me how he had sat with her one night when she was upset over the loss of HRH, put his arms around her and said: Don't worry, Mummy. I will give it back to you one day when I am king.