Quotes About Loss

The child identifies with the parent who has been betrayed because he is suffering immeasurable loss as well—the loss of trust in one or both parents, the loss of both parents' ability to be an attentive parent, the loss of faith in the cohesiveness of the family, and, of course, a loss of innocence.

The trouble of living a long time is not that one lasts too long, but that one sees all about him pass away- mother, wife, friends, children. Nature makes and unmakes all these divine treasures with gloomy indifference, and at last, we find that we have not loved, we have only been embracing shadows.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves, we must die to one life before we can enter into another!

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Each child's story is worthy of telling. There shouldn't be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.

Minha morte só tomará de mim eu mesmo; é por isso que me tomará tudo e não me tomará nada, já que não haverá mais ninguém para ter perdido o que quer que seja.

Parfois, il est vrai, le coeur veut crever de chagrin. Mais souvent aussi, le soir de préférence, je ne puis m'empêcher de penser qu'Ernie Levy, mort six millions de fois, est encore vivant, quelque part, je ne sais où... Hier, comme je tremblais de désespoir au milieu de la rue, cloué au sol, une goutte de pitié tomba d'en haut sur mon visage; mais il n'y avait nul souffle dans l'air, aucun nuage dans le ciel... il n'y avait qu'une présence.

No me gusta que demos imagen de gente que pierde, que no sabe en que juego se metió.

Quel che rende speciale qualcosa non è quel che si vince, ma quel che senti di poter perdere.

Ho attraversato una grande estate, poi ho perso quella partita. Mi ha spezzato il cuore. Non mi sono mai sentito così solo sul campo o più deluso dal gioco.

Feeling depressed after a loss is one thing, but feeling depressed about nothing, about life in general, is another thing altogether. The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly

I've been let in on a dirty little secret: winning changes nothing. Now that I've won a slam, I know something that very few people on earth are permitted to know. A win doesn't feel as good as a loss feels bad, and the good feeling doesn't last as long as the bad. Not even close.

Ciò che rende speciale qualcosa non è quel che si vince, ma quel che senti di poter perdere.

People, I think, don't understand the pain of losing in a final. You practice and travel and grind to get ready. You win for one week, four matches in a row. (Or, at a slam, two weeks, six matches.) Then you lose that final match and your name isn't on the trophy, your name isn't in the record books. You lost only once, but you're a loser.

After years of hearing my father rant at my flaws, one loss has caused me to take up his rant. I've internalized my father—his impatience, his perfectionism, his rage—until his voice doesn't just feel like my own, it is my own. I no longer need my father to torture me. From this day on, I can do it all by myself.

Because you hate losing. And divorce is one tough loss.

For our excess we lost everything.

moartea a milioane de solda?i f?cea din fiecare b?rbat o marf? rar? pentru femeile singure.

Popii zic c? omul e osândit pentru p?catele sale, îl paÈ™te iadul, focul veÈ™nic. Dar adev?rata pedeaps? nu-i asta... ci dispariÈ›ia femeii iubite... cum s? spun? Da, cea care dispare în femeia care continua s? tr?iasc? cu tine...

Magari uno rimpiange di aver perso qualcosa, e l'ha perso solo per trovare qualcosa di meglio.

Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.

But I know my real fear about your growing older is not only about the millions of things that could happen. It is about how afraid I am of what I imagine as the inevitable separation that will come between us. I don't know why I am so convinced it will happen, but I am afraid that it will, and I am already mourning the loss of these days when you had no choice but to love me.

But I am Armenian and I understand what it is to lose a country and lose a family and have massacres and genocides and everything against my people.

They were failing by the hundreds and thousands in their attempt to fill the shoes of a man like the Emperor, but she dared to call the Archive chaos. What did she call the mess the self-appointed Provisional Council was creating out there? What word did she have for the infinite loss of direction in the souls of the people whose lives they had destroyed? What word for the deterioration of morality, for the spreading degeneracy? How would she describe the results of their limitless failure?