Quotes About Loss

death doth not heal, it amputates. Those

Death is not a joke.

seemed likely to remain so for another seven, or even twenty-seven, for the only girl I had ever been really soft on had found another bargain she liked

I don't want to eat," she said in a thin voice. "I can't eat." She ate seven sausages, which was nothing against her grief. Fritz's saucisse minuit would make Gandhi a gourmet.

Just because they aren't with us doesn't mean we don't have parents anymore.

We were already living in some kind of Hell in this strange place of broken beauty.

husbands and would rather wait for widowhood than endure a

that the one who protects her heart from fear of loss ends up with no heart at all. Just an

There is nothing to say except that life is unfair. You will get over it, … but only time will heal your wounds, and then not completely. We just have to made do with what we have left and treasure those around us who are still alive.

I realised that everyone present resented the loss of the Hall as much as my father had done. It represented the passing of an old way of life, of the security of knowing one's place. I found it very touching.

in some ways I feel that my ability to love and to be passionate died on that battlefield in the war. I sort of shut off who I had been before and became an observer rather than a participant.

this sweet and kind woman how it felt to have lost my baby. "Don't look so sad," she said, touching my cheek. "All is well. We are tested and we survive, and life will be good again.

War's a bugger, isn't it?" he said. "All the mates I started out with are gone. And now most of the boys I flew with." He said it in the most matter-of-fact way, as if it were something quite expected.

It's not fair. But then nothing has been fair for a long time, has it? All those chaps I flew with who went down in flames. All those poor sods sitting at dinner in their houses who were blasted to pieces by doodlebugs. And the poor, damned wretches in the concentration camps. None of them deserved to die.

My father in turn had done his duty and married the daughter of a frightfully correct English earl. She gave birth to my brother, looked around at her utterly bleak Highland surroundings, and promptly died.

When he learned that he'd lost what remained of his fortune, he went up onto the moors and shot himself with his grouse gun, although how he managed to do it has always been the object of speculation, my father never having been a particularly good shot.

Yo repasaba el álbum de fotografías porque mi papá me había contado que cuando la gente muere se queda a vivir en el momento más feliz de su existencia, y que eso es el cielo.

yo iba a hacer un daño un día, yo de viejo iba a ser otro experto en cómo perderlo todo, y ni siquiera ella habría podido evitarlo.

De pronto vivir sea ser derrotado, más temprano que tarde, por los lugares comunes: el duelo y la redención, el amor y la muerte

You think there can be love without suffering? Having without losing?

Life is a series of moments forever sliding out of your grasp.

I would miss him. He always made so little sense.

Bad dreams are things precious the soul fears it may lose.

Investors who take no investment risk should expect no return after adjusting for inflation and taxes. Unfortunately, taking investment risk also means that you can and will lose money at times. There is simply no way around this. There is no free lunch.