Quotes About Loss

So far so good. I had a recently widowed mother and her orphaned son crying hysterically. Maybe for an encore I could shoot the family dog.

I sat and looked up at the blue sky and across at the blank windows for a long time. A woman I'd once cared about had worked in anadvertising agency over there. Sometimes, when the sun came at them from a different angle, I could see through the windows across the street and watch her moving about her office. Agency was gone now. Maybe the whole building was gone, replaced by a new one. It was hard to remember.

Smiling the boy fell dead.

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

But to have seen thee, and to die so soon!

Riches do not so much exhilarate us with their possession, as they torment us with their loss.

It's amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks.

Was this all there was to life, after all? You finished school, found an occupation, got married, became a father, watched your wife die, and then lived through days and nights that seemed to have no sunrises, no dawns and no dusks, nothing but a gray drabness.

People often die from love, and this is a secret we all keep, even from ourselves.

and you would never know they were gone, but losing a child left an emptiness so large it screamed to be filled with memories.

Mrs. Bartello opened the screen wider, her eyes bunching with sorrow. "I'm sorry. You don't know. I'm sorry. Donna passed away." Holman felt himself slow as if he had been drugged; as if his heart and breath and the blood in his veins were winding down like a phonograph record when you pulled the plug. First Richie, now Donna. He didn't say anything, and Mrs. Bartello's sorrowful eyes grew knowing. She

I know why you didn't get the money. I was wondering how much sixteen million dollars weighs." "I can tell you exactly. Bank gets hit, they tell us how many of each denomination was lost. Tally that up, you know how many bills; you have four hundred fifty-four bills in a pound, doesn't matter what denominations—just do the math. This particular sixteen million weighs eleven hundred forty-two pounds." Holman

Jon started up the steps, and then he was gone. Amy wouldn't see him at first. She'd be lost in her thoughts, checking off the rational steps that led to her rational death, and each of those steps would make perfect, inevitable sense. Until she saw Jon. Everything would change when she saw him. Jon would offer a different path.

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing our youth, our beauty, and our bodies.

One should get braver as one got older… there was less to lose. Why fear man taking Allah would take soon enough? Easy to say when one believed in Allah. Paradise awaited the faithful. The problem was… he no longer believed.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

The heart's gone out of it, why keep it up.

Nothing gold can stay.

So dawn goes down to day/ nothing gold can stay.

You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day The war seemed over more for you than me, But now for me than you—the other way.

No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.

Nature's first green is gold. Nothing gold can stay.