Quotes About Loss

You're moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who's lost all and then gained more.

Lost what? Money? My table at Carew Tower? Your voice in the enclave, I added. Your tee time at the golf course. Trent sighed regretfully, but he was holding me tight. True. Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can't be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about. [...] I have a very sturdy house, Jenks, Trent said. So do you.

It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.

The past is always gone," Wahram said. "Whether the place is still there or not.

It was so hard to imagine that a mind could be gone. All those thoughts that you never tell anyone, all those dreams, all that entire pocket universe: gone. A character unlike any other character, a consciousness. It didn't seem possible.

at the end of every month or two . . ., the British had a whole Vietnam Memorial's worth of dead. Every month or two, for 51 months.

The beautiful statue of Ganymede and the eagle looked like they had been molded out of white ceramic, and in Ganymede's outstretched arms it seemed to me a whole world was being embraced, a rushing world of gray sky and gray water where everything passed by so fast that you cnever got the chance to hold it, to touch it, to make it yours. Can't we keep anything?

It's not as if she needs the torch anymore, the welcome beacon to immigrants having been long since snuffed out. Probably

Memory was mind. And so, by a simple transitive equation, memory equaled life. So that with memory gone, life was gone.

But things change as time passes; nothing lasts, not even stone, not even happiness.

Oh I miss you Hetti Moore But there's no one here left to tell - The world has gone black before my eyes.

So much for Phyllis's bridge," Nadia said. "So much for Phyllis," said Sax.

And after I told my six-year-old, grandma died in the accident, after tears and questions she suggested, maybe now is a good time to explain what the man has to do with babies. So i chose one perfect lily from that vase and with the tip of a paring knife slit open the pistil to trace the passage pollen makes to the egg cell- the eggs i then slipped out and dotted on her fingertips, their greenish-white translucent as the air in this blizzard that cannot cool the unbearable heart.

It's always the same story. Naturally one doesn't get the woman one should have had; but if by some damned freak of reason and justice it ever does happen, then of course she dies immediately after.

Daniel var en mand som forstod adskillig, han hadde været ute for et og andet i livet, hadde mistet både sin farsgård og sin kjæreste, han visste hvad omsorg og rømmekoller og godt mot betydde.

Small things and great occur; a tooth falls from the mouth, a man out of the ranks, a sparrow to the ground.

How steadily my predicament had gotten worse! By now I was so utterly denuded of objects that I didn't even have a comb left, or a book to read when I felt hopeless.

You see, that's the thing with you detrus, Chase began in a contemplative tone. Your bodies are abominations. If I severed your arms-- Lothaire yawned loudly. --you'd merely regenerate from the injury. You might experience pain, but you wouldn't suffer the horror of permanent loss, not like a human. Lothaire grew increasingly bored by this. When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.

Once I'm free, we're going to find out exactly how much pain you can endure while remaining conscious. I won't stop until you tell me where my ring is. He leaned in to say at his ear, I'll be sure to make you feel your loss .

Unexpected Elizabeth wasn't falling into his arms as he'd anticipated, even after he had acted heroic and been valiantly injured. Perhaps he had lost her.

I could ask for no better parents.' 'You miss them.' After all this time? 'Every single day out of hundreds of thousands.' What could I say to that? Anything I came up with sounded trite. Silence fell over us. Aric drank, lost in thought. And I knew he was remembering the night he'd killed them...

If Aric lived, I had to find him. But how, when I was dying from grief? I

And the bleak one? Bowen? What's his damage? Why does he look so bad? He lost someone verra close to him. I'm sorry, she said softly. When did it happen? Early eighteen hundreds. And he still hasn't recovered? He's gotten worse. Lachlain rested his forehead against hers. It's our nature, Emma.

I'd assumed Jack's death was the worst that I could endure. Matthew might have been preparing me for both of their murders. Dear