Quotes About Loss

You will find a way to live without me. You will find a way to live for both of us,' Alexander said to Tatiana as the swelling Kama River flowed from the Ural Mountains through a pine village named Lazarevo, once when they were in love, and young.

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.

When something's lost I wanna fight to get it back again

But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts being broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream-whatever that dream might be.

Pero véate yo y muera, que no sé, rendido ya, si el verte muerte me da, el no verte qué me diera.

CLARÍN: ¿A mi padre le perdisteis el respeto? Sois unos tales por cuales.

Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

Se parece a Cuba?, le sopló ella al oído, casi en secreto. Y la mirada de Carlos se nubló, lo atragantó una pena tan dulce.

Se van marchando. Un día se marchan los siete años, pum. Otro día se marchan los coho, pum. Otro día se van los nueve, pum. Y después no los busque por ninguna parte, porque, si los encuentra, seguro que ya no son sus hijos. Sino parecidos. Con sus apellidos. Con algunos gestos de entonces, eso sí. [...] Se han ido y ya no vuelven. Y tú entonces te dices dónde leñes has estado mirando y qué has estado haciendo todo este tiempo.

I know the answer now, and that knowledge absolutely coexists with a terrible longing for the mother love I never had and never will have.

The notion is called wabi-sabi life, like the cherry blossom, it is beautiful because of its impermanence, not in spite of it, more exquisite for the inevitability of loss.

Identify, I've learned, can be sliced many ways and there is gain with every loss.

Maybe learning to live with the question marks, recognizing that closure does not always occur, is all I really needed to do. I hadn't expected, coming from a world that fights to see life's beginnings in black and white, to be so comforted by a shade of gray. The notion of the water child made sense to me. What I had experienced was not a full life, nor was it a full death, but it was a real loss.

How could she be sorry about losing her virginity in a romance-novel way on a sunset sail?

I've grown old with this century; there's not much left of either of us.

He had already incapacitated me, harried me, cut away most of my illusions and some of my ignorance; he had already so weakened me that I was falling back on myths, words, mysteries to replace what I had lost.

Rafferty gripped his brother's shoulder and pushed him in the direction of his wife. She was rolling on the fresh-turned earth of Charlie's grave now, and her cries were no longer human. "Go hold her. Go on, even if she fights you, but, dammit, hold her." Go on, brother, before I do, because if I do, you ain't ever getting her back .

But [he] had lost god, and all his family and friends were staying behind with his imaginary friend. A silly dream goes away and takes with it your whole real life.

For other women that kind of intimacy—the physical, mental and emotional closeness to a man, a lover—was something they took for granted. But she would never travel through life with a man she loved and who loved her in return. Out of nowhere, a yearning ache of loss welled up inside her. A sense of barren hopelessness that panicked and angered her.

For the want of a nail a horseshoe was lost; for the want of a shoe the horse was lost; for the want of a horse the rider was lost; for the want of a rider the battle was lost; for the want of a battle, the kingdom was lost. And all for the lack of a horseshoe nail.

I failed him. He needed me and I failed him. God, Roger, how am I going to bear this, what am I going to do?

and I grew up with no one. Except my grandmother. And even she died.

Penny Vincenzi