Quotes About Loss

because my memory had caught up with the world that had gone away.

La casetta si sta allontanando e i binari sono volati via. Continuo a perdermi inseguendo le mie tracce, e mi stanco. Mi siedo su una pietra, serafico come un albero. E i miei ricordi sembrano dei maratoneti mentre corrono al mondo che ho lasciato.

In his heart, he always preferred the actuality of loss to the fear of it.

For me, beauty is always retreating from one's grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed.

In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.

I was one of those savage marauders who, not knowing how to express their love, mistakenly kill the person they love.

J'aimerais revivre une fois encore la terrifiante affirmation que j'ai connue à la mort de mon mari. Ce serait sûrement le bonheur.

still, the loss of something is significant, and I think that loss is the necessary source of a new manifestation.

Each instant brought them, more momentous than the explosion of Krakatoa. It was only that no one noticed. We are to accustomed to the absurdity of existence. The loss of a universe is not worth taking seriously.

Even as he spoke, the boy appeared to have forgotten the subject, as if it was a balloon he had abandoned to the sky.

L]oss is the necessary source of a new manifestation. Some night I might see my emerald ring appear as a green star somewhere in the sky.

greed and anger is for those who never have enough. Fear is for those who are afraid to lose. Pride is for the fearful. Ignorance is for the weak. Love is for the strong at heart.

Love is an immortal wound that cannot be closed up. A person loses something, a part of her soul, when she loves someone. And she goes about looking for that lost part of her soul, for she knows that otherwise she is incomplete and cannot be at rest. It is only when she is with the person she loves that she becomes complete again in herself; but the moment he leaves, she loses that part which he has taken with him and knows no rest till she has found him once more.

[China] is the least concerned about her own salvation. Like a good gambler, she took the loss of a slice of territory the size of Germany itself without a wince.

The Russian, Chinese, and Cuban revolutions were made by people who were vital to the economy but who lacked political power; in 2016, Trump and Brexit were supported by many people who still enjoyed political power but who feared that they were losing their economic worth.

In the year 2000, wars caused the deaths of 310,000 individuals, and violent crime killed another 520,000. Each and every victim is a world destroyed, a family ruined, friends and relatives scarred for life. Yet from a macro perspective these 830,000 victims comprised only 1.5 per cent of the 56 million people who died in 2000. That year 1.26 million people died in car accidents (2.25 per cent of total mortality) and 815,000 people committed suicide (1.45 per cent).4

Within a few thousand years, virtually all of these giants vanished. Of the twenty-four Australian animal species weighing fifty kilograms or more, twenty-three became extinct.2

Once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul.

To?i iubim. To?i purt?m în inimile noastre florile iubirii ?i, mai pe urm?, dup? ce iubirile au murit, în acelea?i inimi purt?m cenu?a iubirilor... Cenu?a rece a iubirilor moarte...

If subaltern voices are to be made visible in a fashion that parts ways with the cultural Left's humanist playbook of empathetic imaginings, a new revolutionary grammar is needed. Indeed such a grammar requires constructing new bonds of solidarity, based not on common enemies or goals but, as just underlined, loss and peril.

The dead are too much with us.

Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.

the fear of loss is greater than the desire for gain.

He forgot all about the parchment written in blood, and didn't think of it again until six months later, when he came home to find that his parents had disappeared.