Quotes About Loss

Tommy, you don't seem very pleased for me," I said, though in an obviously jokey voice. "I am pleased for you, Kath. It's just that, well, I wish I'd found it." Then he did a small laugh and went on: "Back then, when you lost it, I used to think about it, in my head, what it would be like, if I found it and brought it to you. What you'd say, your face, all of that.

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when we lost something precious, and we'd looked and looked and still couldn't find it, then we didn't have to be completely heartbroken. We still had that last bit of comfort, thinking one day, when we were grown up, and we were free to travel around the country, we could always go and find it again in Norfolk." I

Çöpleri, dallara tak?lm?? sallanan naylon parçalar?n?, tel örgüye tak?lm?? tuhaf ÅŸeylerin oluÅŸturduÄŸu hatt? düÅŸünüyordum ve gözlerimi k?s?p çocukluÄŸumdan bu yana kaybettiÄŸim her ÅŸeyin buraya sürüklendiÄŸini hayal ettim, ÅŸimdi burada, hepsinin önünde duruyordum ve yeterince beklersem, tarlalar?n ötesinde, ufuk hatt?nda ufac?k bir figür belirecekti.

keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how I think it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

Así que si lo he entendido bien..., bien, pues parece que he desperdiciado mi oportunidad.

What was important to us, as Ruth said one evening when we were sitting in that tiled room in Dover, looking out at the sunset, was that "when we lost something precious, and we'd looked and looked and still couldn't find it, then we didn't have to be completely heartbroken. We still had that last bit of comfort, thinking one day, when we were grown up, and we were free to travel around the country, we could always go and find it again in Norfolk.

What was I like in those days, Father? Was I like a mad person?' 'You were very shocked, which was only to be expected. We were all shocked, those of us who were left.

But you play that passage like it's the memory of love. You're so young, and yet you know desertion, abandonment. That's why you play that third movement the way you do. Most cellists, they play it with joy. But for you, it's not about joy, it's about the memory of a joyful time that's gone for ever.

You don't see how it is for some parents. Not only must they lose their children, they must lose them to things they don't understand.

Miss Kenton and my father had arrived at the house at more or less the same time – that is to say, the spring of 1922 – as a consequence of my losing at one stroke the previous housekeeper and under-butler.

But Axl, we can't even remember those days. Or any of the years between. We don't remember our fierce quarrels or the small moments we enjoyed and treasured. We don't remember our son or why he's away from us.

The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa

But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents. There is nothing for it but to try and see through our missions to the end, as best we can, for until we do so, we will be permitted no calm.

Do you mean, Manager, that they lost each other?' She was quiet for another moment. 'Yes,' she said, eventually. 'That must be it. They lost each other. And perhaps just now, just by chance, they found each other again.

Cómo los amigos del alma de hoy son mañana personas extrañas perdidas, dispersas por Europa, que tocan el tema de El padrino o «Las hojas muertas» en plazas y cafés que no visitaremos nunca.

He gave me something that day... something I wanted to protect. And when it was taken from me I learned how small I was. I vowed to never again care for someone so much, I couldn't bear to lose them.

I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented...

I understood that now. I wished I could have understood it then. I wished I could have said something in that last moment, before he let go. He'd told me it was okay. His last words to me. Why couldn't they have been my last words to him?

As a vampire, you must accept that every person you ever know will die, and you are the only constant in your life, the only person you can—and should—rely on.

When I could finally speak, I twisted to face Daniel and said, "It's my fault Rafe's dead." "No, it isn't," he said fiercely. "I'm the one who knocked out the pilot.

I was feeling skittish and unsettled and spooked by everything that was happening in my life. There was only one person who made me feel like my feet were firmly on the ground. And I'd let him walk away.