Quotes About Loss

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

A husband is what's left of a sweetheart after the nerve has been killed.

When I was younger I used to want to own a sweet shop so I could eat sweets all day, but that dream died a long time ago.

Getting swept is hard.

Obviously, losing a parent is very difficult. I miss my dad every day, but I know he would be proud to see me continuing to swim and going for another shot at the Olympics.

I was having these terrible back pains, and then one day in Switzerland, things got very bad. My wife Maryanna called the hotel doctor, but I don't remember any of this, I was out of it. I had an operation, and I was nearly lost.

Living with AIDS is like always having the sword of Damocles over your head. The disease is scarier than death itself. The disease is so messy, so devastating, so pervasive. It robs you of everything you hold dear.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

At a family's most difficult time, I want to make sure at a minimum that they have the very basic of comforts: the ability to grieve their loss privately and the knowledge that their country is grateful for their loved one's sacrifice and service.

As far as I'm concerned, I own my dogs as I own my body. My legs are with me when I take a shower, and I feel no shame. If I were to lose one, I'd grieve, and people would send sympathy cards, but it would be my condition that evoked the sympathy, not the fate of the leg. That's like losing a dog.

First and foremost, I would like to extend my deepest sympathies to the family of Michael Brown. As I have said in the past, I know that, regardless of the circumstances here, they lost a loved one to violence. I know the pain that accompanies such a loss knows no bounds.

I recognise fully why people wear poppies, I totally respect everyone's right to do so and I have total sympathy for anyone who has lost loved ones due to conflict.

The thing about death is that it takes a while before you realize that it's never going to go away.

The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.

But fear of making mistakes can itself become a huge mistake, one that prevents you from living, for life is risky and anything less is already a loss.

I'm an old man, and she's gone now. So don't worry, okay?

I still think about the letter you asked me to write. It nags at me, even though you're gone and there's no one to give it to anymore. Sometimes I work on it in my head, trying to map out the story you asked me to tell, about everything that happened this past fall and winter. It's all still there, like a movie I can watch when I want to. Which is never.

That's what happens when people take away their love, Bea. It makes you smaller. Sometimes, it makes you disappear.

That's what happens when people take away their love, Bea. It makes you smaller. Sometimes it makes you disappear" -Sheila