Quotes About Loss

Maybe this was how my life was going to be. I'd always lose the men I loved.

After a world of death, he seemed to apreciate love more.

Everyone thought Sydney had passion only for intellectual pursuits. That was their loss.

I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

But with Sydney . . . with Sydney, I'd had it all—and lost it all. Love, understanding, respect. The sense that we'd both become better people because of each other and could take on anything so long as we were together. Only we weren't together anymore. They'd ripped us apart, and I didn't know what was going to happen now.

Once we lost Clive the Glide it was all over.

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EXEUNT THE VIOLS Listen: even the ocean mourns the passage of voices so pure and penetrant, that insect hum. Who discovered usefulness? Who forgot how to sing, simply? (Magnificence spoke up briefly, followed by the race boat's break-neck dazzle.)…their last chord a breath drawn deep in a garden maze, there near the statue smiling under the stars.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

Susan and Harry when they were young. Consumption became tuberculosis. Wasting became cancer. Malaise became stroke, blood disorder became leukemia. If anyone remarried, the second spouse hung on the wall to the sunroom, not

In the end there's nothing left except a pair of shoes and a bundle of old clothes.

Suffering and loss have this extraordinary capacity to alert and awaken us to the gift that life is.

It's like there's a scale from 1 to 10, and you always would have sworn that someone or something mattered to you with a 10. But then you almost (or you actually do) lose her or him or it or them, and suddenly your heart is filled with a 17 or a 39 or a 4,291 kind of mattering. New capacities, ones you didn't know were possible before, open up inside of you.

Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action - solve the mystery, punish the criminal. But what did you do when there was no one to punish? When there were no answers to find? How do you assimilate that kind of loss without losing your mind?

The mourning of late summer as it reaches its autumnal tipping point; the pining for faded youth or lost love; the elegy for the fallen in war; otherworldly dimensions glimpsed but not touched; and the yearning for a distant home: British music is uniquely attuned to these moments and sentiments, for it is finally this sense of loss, of achievement slipping away like sand in a glass, that is at the heart of the British experience over the course of the twentieth century.

Time would never cure it. Almost half a century later, when she was the only one of the nine Kennedy siblings still living, the author would ask Jean Kennedy Smith about her brother Bobby and his depression over Jack's death. "When did he come out of that?" she repeated, and then said, "I don't think he ever came out of that.

Jubal had long ago even foresworn pets, because he outlived them, or (worse yet) it was now possible that a pet would outlive him, be orphaned.

How many people have died because they would not abandon their baggage?

Don't bawl over Ben—not in my presence. The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death . . . and that we are all in for—if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

Jubal had long forsworn pets, because he outlived them, or (worse yet) it was now possible that a pet would outlive him, be orphaned.

It's a nasty story. I got that much before my informant sobered up. Dr. Ward Smith delivered his wife by Caesarean section—and she died on the table. What he did next shows that he knew the score; with the same scalpel he cut Captain Brant's throat—then his own. Sorry, hon." Jill

I could not make him understand that Heaven was not Heaven to me without Margrethe

Presently they came out. Excuse us, folks. Uh, Hazel? What is it, Cas? You said your fee was two-thirds of our net. Huh? Did your leg come away in my hand, chum? I wouldn't— Oh, no, we'd rather pay it. He reached out, dropped half a dozen small coins in her hand. There it is. She looked at it. This is two-thirds of all you made on the deal? After taxes. Of course, added Pollux, it wasn't a total loss. We had the use of the bicycles for a couple of hundred million miles.

Loss is the price we pay for progress," she said. "Only as we leave things behind do we move forward.