Quotes About Loss

The melancholy of having to count souls Where they grow fewer and fewer every year Is extreme where they shrink to none at all. It must be I want life to go on living.

world won't shed a tear.

5. The kezazah ceremony. In the Jerusalem Talmud and elsewhere in the writings of the sages, we are told that at the time of Jesus the Jews had a method of punishing any Jewish boy who lost his family inheritance to Gentiles. Such a loss was considered particularly shameful, and the horror of that shame is reflected in the Dead Sea Scrolls.

They told me that Billy would never come back any more, and I stared out of the window at the sun which came back, right enough, every day, and their news conveyed nothing whatever to me.

Time, the destroyer of all things beautiful

To his horror he recollected that he had left both coat and waistcoat behind him in his cell, and with them his pocket-book, money, keys, watch, matches, pencil-case -- all that makes life worth living, all that distinguishes the many-pocketed animal, the lord of creation, from the inferior one-pocketed or no-pocketed productions that hop or trip about permissively, unequipped for the real contest.

War's always the same! Children starve, women suffer, men lose their fortunes or turn into beasts!

Sembrava sempre barcollare in una sorta di stordimento, come se avesse perso qualcosa e non riuscisse a ricordare cosa né dove cercare.

Doub era sempre così. Aveva una casa grande e tutto quel granturco ben irrigato, ma si lamentava peggio di un coltivatore di grano. [...] Non sono mai riuscito a capire cosa avesse perso Doub. Magari la giusta prospettiva.

Tell me what you see vanishing and I Will tell you who you are —W. S. Merwin, "For Now

Life Lessons FROM LOSS If you experience loss, it doesn't means you lost. it means you've been blessed with an opportunity to take a moment, realize how special someone or something has been to you, and go through new doors that were closed to you before.

There's more riding on this particular Christmas than ever before, and I'm coming apart at the seams. I need you to find my stolen property before Christmas Eve, or there'll be no joy to the world, no ho-ho-ho, no holly jolly, no Feliz in the Navidad, no Frohe in the Weihnachten, no Merry in the Christmas.

he had done the right thing without thinking, and had lost everything in the process.

And if it went, if the murderer was caught, they would have to face all over again the stark early morning truth that it solved nothing, that Sabine was still lost for ever.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost

I'm so afraid. Because I'm so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening...They only let you this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.

Kabul is... a thousand tragedies per square mile.

She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.

She is furious with herself for her own stupidity. Opening herself up like this, voluntarily, to a lifetime of worry and anguish. It was madness. Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.

it is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

She would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all .