Quotes About Loss

Always wake up with a smile on your face, because a lot of people who went to sleep last night are not with us this morning.

A lost job can put a smile on any shareholder's face.

We see his smile of love even when others see nothing but the black hand of death smiting our best beloved.

Were my smile not submerged in my countenance, / I should suspend it over her grave.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

My plant is probably dead." Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?" I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing.

I have lost my smile inside the dim nature of people.

One of the greatest casualties of the war in Vietnam is the Great Society... shot down on the battlefield of Vietnam.

A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

On the whole, more men had perhaps escaped into the war than from it.

El deseo destruye su objeto, destruyéndose a sí mismo en el proceso;

Nevertheless, 'stick lightly' they must, as 'possessions, situations and people' will keep slipping away and vanishing at a breathtaking speed whatever they do; whether they try to slow them down or not is neither here nor there. 'Let them go' they must (though, unlike Bill Gates, with hardly any pleasure), but whether they do it graciously or with a lot of wailing and teethgnashing is beside the point.

The voice on the other end said, "Lord Mollusk, we've lost China." "Define lost." "It's not there anymore, sir." "Well, that's no good, is it?" I said. "No, sir. We thought you should know." "Yes, I'll look into it. Mollusk out.

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the savage afflictions that turn us around: where but in the arrangements love crawls us through

Vader wasn't a galaxy-conquering psychopath. He was a sad man whose one love in life had died, and whose one anchor to the world of the living was, yes, a galaxy-conquering madman.

Love Love can accommodate all sorts of misshapen objects: a door held open for a city dog who runs into the woods; fences down; some role you didn't ask for, didn't want. Love allows for betrayal and loss and dread. Love is roomy. Love can change its shape, be known by different names. Love is elastic. And the dog comes back.

The house had been torn down. Nothing is left but the old white fence. There used to be privet bushes everywhere. The smell of privet is the smell of summer for me, I say to Catherine. Yes, Mom. she says, I know, Your memories are my memories now.

the last several years my life had begun to feel shapeless, like underwear with the elastic gone, the days down around my ankles.

And this is my most selfish thought, that if I lose the people I love what is left of my own life will consist only of grief.

She was tired of relationships whose greatest intimacy consisted of sitting up all night weeping while love died.

All that is left to us is our being horrified at the loss of our sense of horror.

The loss of enemies does not compensate for the loss of friends.