Quotes About Loss

Ma vie est un parfait cimetière d'espoirs ensevelis.

Their charmed circle would be broken; and, in spite of the jollity of their little festival, there was a hint of sorrow in every gay young heart.

Grief is ever proud.

of a cross-marked grave somewhere in France. But tonight it was only a shadow Ã¢â'¬Â¦ nothing more.

We could not really believe that Peter was going to die—to DIE. Old people died. Grown-up people died. Even children of whom we had heard died. But that one of US—of our merry little band— should die was unbelievable. We could not believe it. And yet the possibility struck us in the face like a blow. We sat on the mossy stones under the dark old evergreens and gave ourselves up to wretchedness. We all, even Dan, cried, except the Story Girl.

Bets seemed to die afresh every time there was something Pat wanted to share with her and could not.

Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.

The universe had an odd sense of fairness; it took away things one did not want to give up, and then gave things one did not ask for.

Just because your brother is not allowed to live his life, it doesn't mean you don't live yours," she says, with an uncharacteristically sage expression. "You get on with your own life." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "You're getting strong," she says. "Well, you need some time. Time to get over everything, and time to get used to the fact that Winnie is no longer on this earth.

What losing does is, it restores the perspective.

At midnight, Huniu delivered a dead infant and then stopped breathing.

As she was finishing her song, the notes dipped down low—they carried a sadness that was more than a sadness at the death of men; rather it was a sadness at the lives of men, and of women. It reminded those who heard the rising, dipping notes, of notes of hopes that had been born, and, yet, died; of promise, and the failure of promise.

He had known several men who had lost limbs in battle; the men all claimed that they still felt things in the place where the limb had been. It was natural enough, then, that with Bill suddenly gone he and Gus would continue to have some of the feelings that went with friendship, even though the friend was gone.

I think we spent our best years fighting on the wrong side.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

For a time Dish lost all sense of what life was about. He even lost the sense that he was a cowboy, the strongest sense he had to work with. He was just a fellow with a glass in his hand, whose life had suddenly turned to mud. The day before he had been a top hand, but what did that mean anymore?

Son, this is a sad thing," Augustus said. "Loss of life always is. But the life is lost for good. Don't you go attempting vengeance. You've got more urgent business. If I ever run into Blue Duck I'll kill

You don't get the pint, Woodrow," Augustus said. "I've walked the earth in my pride all these years. If that's lost, then let the rest be lost with it. There's certain things my vanity won't abide.

All his work, and it hadn't saved anyone, or slowed the moment of their going by a minute.

They sorry," Deets said. "Saying won't change it. He's gone, don't worry about him. He's gone to the peaceful place." He put his hand

Larry McMurtry

With Call suddenly determined to leave that very day, Augustus found himself regretful, nostalgic already for things he hadn't particularly cared for but hated to think of losing.

Son, this is a sad thing," Augustus said. "Loss of life always is. But the life is lost for good. Don't go attempting vengeance. You've got more urgent business… Don't be trying to give back pain for pain.

Roscoe was appalled, for the clothes that were being destroyed were the only ones he owned. Then he remembered that he was going to be killed anyway and felt a little better.