Quotes About Loss

What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?

Yes," said Mamma, "this is the worst of life, that love does not give us common sense but is a sure way of losing it. We love people, and we say that we are going to do more for them than friendship, but it makes such fools of us that we do far less, indeed sometimes what we do could be mistaken for the work of hatred.

It isn't only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.

Indeed, grief is not the clear melancholy the young believe it. It is like a siege in a tropical city. The skin dries and the throat parches as though one were living in the heat of the desert; water and wine taste warm in the mouth, and food is of the substance of the sand; one snarls at one's company; thoughts prick one through sleep like mosquitoes.

To a father, when a child dies, the future dies to a child when a parent dies, the past dies.

A girl's legs are her best friends... but even the best of friends must part.

When you have lost people like I lost my birth mom at a young age and you remember the whole process of losing her, you want to grab on to something that makes you whole.

But Dalziel, when he went it would be like losing a mountain. Every time you saw the space where it had been, you'd be reminded nothing was forever, that even the very majesty of nature was only smoke and mirrors.

An Elegy A thousand times must we deplore The lost will never come to life again; Even as flowing water runs away, Returning nevermore. Lady Kanin

The exile is a person who, having lost a loved one, keeps searching for the face he loves in every new face and, forever deceiving himself, thinks he has found it.

Who would dare to say that what we have destroyed was worth a hundred times more than what we had dreamt and ceaselessly transfigured in murmuring to the ruins?

An altogether extraordinary fact is the rapidity with which Medieval civilization was completely forgotten; already in the seventeenth century, men had lost all idea of what it had been, and its surviving monuments no longer had any meaning for them, either intellectually or even esthetically;

While there were some friends who could feel the enormity of my loss and offered tremendous compassion, the world in general has little patience or empathy for loss of an animal companion. Many people were unable to fathom the level of my grief because they could not fathom that level of connection with an animal. To me this is yet another reflection of the alienation from the animal world that our culture feels.

We spoke of a friend of ours who had died the night before, at forty-three. "But my God! I'm forty-one," a bearded banker said. "Don't worry," his wife, who is German, answered. "There is no order. It is not a line.

Wat moesten we beginnen met deze zombie, die ons zo tergend herinnerde aan de Loes die we hadden verloren en die daardoor zwakkelingen van ons maakte, vervuld van heimwee en gemis? Ze was het aan ons verplicht om weer zichzelf te worden, zo niet goedschiks, dan maar kwaadschiks.

Di me due libri soltanto due libri ti restano. Verrò a prenderli un giorno e ti dirò che ho girato il mondo confuso nel tuo ricordo e ho amato tutto ciò che incontravo per disperdermi: e dirò che mi hai rubato Montale e il senno in un giorno di sole.

She knelt over the grave, until her nose was touching the dirt. "When you are ready to inhabit a new skin," she said, "we will be waiting for you.

My soul left me when I was six. It flew away past a flapping curtain over a window. I ran after it, but it never came back. It left me alone on wet stinking mattresses. It left me alone in the choking dark. It took my tongue, my heart, and my mind.

She thinks about how sad it is that we remember the killers and not their victims.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned   W. B. Yeats 'The Second Coming

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week. If Lincoln hadn't been here, she probably would've still been under the covers in her mother's bed, overcome with grief.

It's all gone and I don't know what to do.

Although the Indian's ancient way of life had never been as rich as they remembered it, that life had been one they understood. But now, it was gone. . . . And for them, the age of hope was ended.