Quotes About Loss

There are two sides to increasing energy. One is avoiding loss. The other is learning how to gain energy.

Learning to live again without you is killing me.

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess.

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there's no point.

How strange! You lose a little from you and you cry. And your whole life is wasting and you're laughing

There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.

Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently.

How people die remains in the memory of those who live on

He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.

No child should die in the dawn of life.

The hollows of his face, even in that vibrant, late-summer light, make him look haunted by a memory he hasn't had yet.

I marveled at the fact that I had been given such a gift: not just to lose myself in the present moment so utterly but also to have such solitude, which was all I had ever craved

But rather than looking forward to reading that account, I felt as if I were stealing a private diary that had been locked by his death.

There are certain kinds of death that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.

Better not to think of people living here, of it being empty Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and yet now you want someone to remember, to understand what was lost, even if it was little enough.

This false return, this corrupted reunion. This end of everything.

And I never did look back for better or worse. If funding for a project ran out or the area we studied was suddenly bought for development, I never returned. There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to relive. Certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside of you.

confess I went because I had hopes that there remained some spark of the man I'd once known. But I never really found it.

How could a superstition be true? Maybe "superstition" was what snuck into the gaps, the cracks, when you worked in a place with falling morale and depleted resources. Maybe superstition was what happened when your director went missing in action and your assistant director was still mourning the loss. Maybe that was when you fell back on spells and rituals, the reptile brain saying to the rest of you, "I'll take it from here. You've had your shot.

There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to re-live, certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.

When I was deputy chairman I could travel from Glasgow to Edinburgh without leaving Tory land. In a two-week period I covered every constituency in which we had an MP. There were 14. Now we have only one. We appear to have given up.

The bastard. It's bad enough knowing he's stolen our money,but it's humiliating having to watch him spend it.