Quotes About Loss

O lupt? pierdut?, o jachet? rupt? ?i b?t?i cu rigla la palm?: ?i-ar fi dorit acum asemenea probleme.

?i-a dat seama c? nu a È™tiut niciodat? înÈ›elesul libert??ii pân? când nu a pierdut-o.

Não sabia explicar o motivo por que, com tanta frequência, Deus levava as melhores pessoas e deixava as más vivas para continuarem a praticar o mal. Em momentos como aquele, a ideia de uma divindade benevolente encarregada de zelar pelo bem de todos perdia qualquer espécie de credibilidade.

I think I'll always be in love with her. I believe it's like that with people you really love. If they go away, or die, it makes no difference.

It was an amputation. I would never get back the part of me that vanished when Sylvie died. I knew the feeling of a man who tries to walk having lost a leg. I would never shake off the sense that something should be there, where the missing limb had always been. There was a hole in my life, a great gaping cavity that could never be filled.

But the rest are even scared to open up and laugh. You know, that's the first thing that got me about this place, that there wasn't anybody laughing. I haven't heard a real laugh since I came through that door, do you know that? Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.

Elveszni talán nem is olyan rossz.

He wants something from me. He doesn't know that the only thing I have left is the hollow of something gone

Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us.

The abuse of political power is not as important as the loss of lives. Plus there is a process for curing the abuse of institutions.

Fortitude is the disposition of soul which enables us to despise all inconveniences and the loss of things not in our power.

Democrats are awfully sensitive to losing power for a few years. I report, you decide.

When money disappears, we soon understand the power of absence.

So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.

A person who has lost his power of love has become blind to the beauties of life.

The world has achieved the most of so far, now it is after losing everything in this race of power.

The only thing that powerful men feared above all else was a loss of that power.

Through the whirlwind, I hear my father's harsh whi

I'm in shock. Whitney was such an amazing artist. When I started my English career, I wanted to be like her. I loved her so much. My prayers go out to her daughter and to all of her family.

Empathy feels these thoughts; your hurt is in my heart, your loss is in my prayers, your sorrow is in my soul, and your tears are in my eyes.

Forgiving the men who killed my parents and brother was a process, a journey into deeper and deeper prayer.

You are the dream I live with; you are the wish I'd made, the name I always whisper in every prayer I pray ... now that you left me, while you forget me, I'll hold you in my dreams.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

I miss him still today: his long, whiskery eyebrows, his huge hands and hugs, his warmth, his prayers, his stories, but above all his shining example of how to live and how to die.