Quotes About Loss

But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined.

The real me is disappearing as we speak. Slowly but surely being sucked into thin air.

And what will happen if words disappear?" I

Döden försvann efter hand tillsammans med tiden allt längre bort i fjärran, och minnet var det enda som blev kvar, minnet som är det allra mest värdefulla vi har.

unable to rid herself of her memories. Poor thing.

I sometimes wonder what was disappeared first—among all the things that have vanished from the island.

When you lost your voice, you lost the ability to make sense of yourself.

She's always hated good-byes and as she got older she hated them even more.

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing--I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

And yet we were very much alike; we'd lost our souls, and we were ready to destroy others.

The man who let the love of his life pass him by will end up alone with his regrets and all the sighs in the world won't soothe his soul.

Somewhere it is written that I was born to leave my home, to constantly leave, each time leaving a part of me behind.

What's a house when you've lost a country?' she says with a sigh.

Thy can take everything you own --your property, your best years, all your joys, all your good works, everything down to your last shirt --but you'll always have your dreams, so you can reinvent your stolen world.

They can take everything you own --your property, your best years, all your joys, all your good works, everything down to your last shirt-- but you'll always have your dreams, so you can reinvent your stolen world.

The can take everything you own- your property, your best years, all your joys, all your good works, everything down to your last shirt- but you'll always have your dreams, so you can reinvent your stolen world.

On peut tout te prendre ; tes biens, tes plus belles années, l'ensemble de tes joies, et l'ensemble de tes mérites, jusqu'à ta dernière chemise – il te restera toujours tes rêves pour réinventer le monde que l'on t'a confisqué.

La guerre.. le succube de la mort, la concubine féconde du malheur.

I'll never understand why the survivors of a tragedy feel compelled to make people believe they're more to be pitied than the ones who didn't make it.

Moshen has gradually stopped dreaming. The light of his conscience has gone out.

Ton visage est le seul soleil qui me reste

Timpul se oprise pentru noi. Bineinteles, ziua continua sa fuga de noapte si seara sa ucida aurorele, dar,in ceea ce ne privea, lucrurile ajunsesera la capatul lor. O noua pagina se deschidea si noi nu figuram acolo. Ratacesc printre umbre si cenusa, de parca as fi o fantoma captive in ruinele mele. Eram convins ca imi pierdusem mintile.