Quotes About Loss

Las cosas se duplican en Tlön; propenden asimismo a borrarse ya perder los detalles cuando los olvida la gente. Es clásico el ejemplo de un umbral que perduró mientras lo visitaba un mendigo y que se perdió de vista a su muerte. A veces unos pájaros, un caballo han salvado las ruinas de un anfiteatro.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

Bazen ölsem diyorum. sahilde güneÅŸlenmeye uzan?r gibi, uzan?p s?cak kumlara, kum olsam. Unutsa sevdiklerim, hiç yaÅŸamam???m gibi. Ben de unutsam, kaybolsam.

Things duplicate themselves in Tlön; they also tend to grow vague or 'sketchy,' and to lose detail when they begin to be forgotten. The classic example is the doorway that continued to exist so long as a certain beggar frequented it, but which was lost to sight when he died. Sometimes a few birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.' - Jorge Luis Borges, 'Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.

El tiempo no rehace lo que perdemos, la eternidad lo guarda para la gloria y también para el fuego.

Yo agonicé con él, yo morí con él, yo de algún modo me he perdido con él; por eso, fui implacable.

Si para todo hay término y hay tasa y última vez y nunca más y olvido ¿quién nos dirá de quién en esta casa, sin saberlo, nos hemos despedido?

I felt what we always feel when someone dies–the sad awareness, now futile, of how little it would have cost us to have been more loving. One forgets that one is a dead man conversing with dead men.

In 1883, an earthquake that lasted ninety seconds shook the south of Italy. In that earthquake, he lost his parents and his sister; he himself was buried by rubble. Two or three hours later, he was rescued. To ward off total despair, he resolved to think about the Universe - a general procedure among the unfortunate, and sometimes a balm.

What will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world?

Sé que he perdido tantas cosas que no podría contarlas y que esas perdiciones, ahora, son lo que es mío. Sé que he perdido el amarillo y el negro y pienso en esos imposibles colores como no piensan los que ven. Mi padre ha muerto y está siempre a mi lado. (…) Nuestras son las mujeres que nos dejaron, ya no sujetos a la víspera, que es zozobra, y a las alarmas y terrores de la esperanza. No hay otros paraísos que los paraísos perdidos».

Europe was lost, but there were other scions: The dream bequeathed a grand inheritance To people of the Orient's arid lands And those who share the sultry night with lions.

Mirar el río hecho de tiempo y agua y recordar que el tiempo es otro río, saber que nos perdemos como el río y que los rostros pasan como el agua.

Timpul nu reface ceea ce pierdem, veÅŸnicia p?streaz? totul pentru slava ei sau pentru a-l încredinÅ£a focului mistuitor.

All things go off, leaving us. Old age is probably the supreme solitude - except that the supreme solitude is death. - Blindness

L'incandescente mattina di febbraio in cui Beatriz Viterbo morì, dopo un'imperiosa agonia che non si abbassò un solo istante al sentimentalismo né al timore, notai che le armature di ferro di plaza Constitución avevano cambiato non so quale pubblicità di sigarette; il fatto mi dispiacque, perché compresi che l'incessante e vasto universo già si separava da lei e che quel mutamento era il primo di una serie infinita. - incipit del racconto L'Aleph .

Vivió en la soledad, sin una mujer, sin amigos; todo lo amó y lo poseyó, pero desde lejos, como del otro lado de un cristal; murió, y su tenue imagen se perdió, como el agua en el agua

Es trágica la entraña del adiós, como de todo acontecer en que es notorio el tiempo.

Deeds which populate the dimensions of space and which reach their end when someone dies may cause us wonderment, but one thing, or an infinite number of things, dies in every final agony, unless there is a universal memory as the theosophists have conjectured. In time there was a day that extinguished the last eyes to see Christ; the battle of Junín and the love of Helen died with the death of a man. What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

Timpul nu reface ceea ce pierdem, veÈ™nicia p?streaz? totul pentru slava ei sau pentru a-l încredinÈ›a focului mistuitor.

Nu exist? om care s? nu tânjeasc? dup? împlinire, altfel spus, dup? cunoaÈ™terea experienÈ›elor pe care un om e în stare s? le tr?iasc?; nu exist? om care s? nu se team? c? s-ar putea s? i se r?peasc? o parte din acest patrimoniu f?r? sfârÈ™it.

No hay miedo que resista un estómago vacío. Un hombre o una mujer con hambre hace hasta lo imposible por cruzar. No tiene nada más que perder porque, antes de partir, ya lo perdió todo.

But the man who by such devices is the more imprisoned within a workaday world now made amusing no longer misses real festivity; he does not notice the emptiness. And thus he even stops grieving over his loss – and the loss thereby is finally sealed.

Build it all up, and it all falls down. It all burns down. Everything you need can be taken. Remember that, nieces. Everything you hold dear, it can be taken.