Quotes About Loss

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

Le di mi corazón, lo cogió, lo pisoteó hasta dejarlo sin vida y me lo devolvió luego.

Si perecieran todas las demás cosas pero me quedara él, podría seguir viviendo. Si, en cambio, todo lo demás permaneciera y él fuera aniquilado, el mundo se me volvería totalmente extraño y no me parecería formar parte de él.

The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her

My great thought is in himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all else remained and he were annihilated the universe would turn into a mighty stranger. I would not seem apart of it.

and what does not recall her?  I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags!  In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image!  The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance.  The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.

Lumea întreag? e o colecÅ£ie însp?imânt?toare de amintiri care-mi spun c? ea a existat ÅŸi c-am pierdut-o!

he was always greedy; though what he grasps with one hand he flings away wit the other.

i have not broken your heart — you have broken it — and in breaking it, you have broken mine. (heathcliff to cathy, ch. I, p. 163)

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that god or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. - Heathcliff

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

Oh! not for them, should we despair, The grave is drear, but they are not there; Their dust is mingled with the sod, Their happy souls are gone to God!

KeÅŸke seni elimde tutabilseydim, diye ac? ac? konuÅŸmaya devam etti. Ä°kimiz ölünceye kadar! Ne çektiÄŸin umurumda deÄŸil! Niye ac? çekmeyecektin ki? Bak ben çekiyorum iÅŸte!

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

Dei-lhe o meu coração e ele o matou e depois o devolveu a mim. As pessoas sentem com o coração, Ellen: uma vez que ele destruiu o meu, não posso sentir nada por ele.

Todo recuerdo de un difunto es precioso, si se le sigue estimando como cuando vivía.

Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her; I shall be sorry that I must leave them! Will you say so, Heathcliff?

Amo-o mais do que a mim mesma, Ellen, e tenho a certeza por isto: todas as noites rezo para que Deus me leve depois dele, pois prefiro sofrer com a falta dele a ele sofrer com a minha perda. Isso prova que o amo mais do que a mim mesma.

No puedo ni bajar la vista al suelo sin que sus rasgos se dibujen en las baldosas. En cada nube, en cada árbol, colmando el aire nocturno y refulgiendo de día a rachas en cada objeto, me veo continuamente cercado por su imagen. Los rostros más triviales de hombres y mujeres y hasta los propios rasgos de mi cara se burlan de mí, ofreciéndome su parecido. El mundo entero es una atroz colección de testimonios acreditativos de que vivió y de que ya la he perdido.

The worst-tempered bit of a sickly slip that ever struggled into his teens. Happily, as Mr. Meathcliff conjectured, he'll not win twenty. I doubt whether he'll see spring, indeed. And small loss to his family whenever he drops off.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion- Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

Le di mi corazón, lo cogió, lo destrozó hasta la muerte y me lo devolvió.

Si miro al suelo, creo ver las facciones de ella grabadas en las baldosas. En los árboles y en las nubes, en todas las cosas durante el día y llenando el aire durante la noche, veo su imagen. ¡Creo verla en las más vulgares facciones de cada hombre y cada mujer, y hasta en mi propio rostro! El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.