Quotes About Loss

Everyone went away. Everything vanished. People, places, turned to painful shadows of their former selves and then were put to sleep, just like the Boroughs had been.

Depois de visitado, o Inferno perde a sua aura aterrorizante.

Who did it? Tell me who did it, you slime! Who murdered Hollis? You tell them! You tell them they're dead! You know how much firepower I have floating out there? I oughtta take out this entire rat-hole neighborhood! I oughtta. . . oughtta break your neck, you. . . you. . . Oh god damn. God damn. God damn. God damn!

Deep down the fear of a man who lives in a world not made for him, whose own world is slipping away, dying, being destroyed, beyond any recall.

For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

And he was silent again, for who is not silent when someone is dead, who was a small bright boy?

For we fear not only the loss of our possessions, but the loss of our superiority and the loss of our whiteness. Some say it is true that crime is bad, but would this not be worse? Is it not better to hold what we have, and to pay the price of it with fear?

Acababa de ver lo que queda de un hombre cuando a todo lo que es, a todo lo que cree ser, se le resta la mujer que ama.

se vio sin ella, y esa figura huérfana, como saqueada, lo heló de espanto. Acababa de ver lo que queda de un hombre cuando a todo lo que es, a todo lo que cree ser, se le resta la mujer que ama.»

Sofìa non era sparita, non era morta, era con lui, e lo amava ancora. Cos'era il resto, tutto il resto, se non pura futilità?

I know me, Valkyrie. If I were to lose you in the way that he lost you, if I were to live in a world ruled by the Faceless Ones with no hope of fighting back, no hope of effecting change, no hope of anything … If I go dark a second time, I stay dark. I know that in my soul.

I don't want to think about living in a world where you're not in it, all right?

Jesus. I had a dream last night too. You had. I dreamt that my Grandma had just died yesterday. Dear God. And she had died long before I was born. He looked at me with astounded eyes, and felt his neck, and then he patted my knee. Aisy son, he said. Why did I dream her? Because you never met her. The dead you never met die a little bit every day in your head.

When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.

His expression seems a sort of surrender: the loss of a thing that he has already lost before.

René-Thierry Magon de la Villehuchet,

Georgia had felt the colours and the rain, but she would not miss here. And there was something lost. The now-ness of things. It was not pretty.

I never knew how empty the world could be, how colorless, until I tried to live in it without you

All the people we loved, who have died, are still alive in the past. The only thing that really separates us is time. It's a matter of perspective. That's what separates optimism and pessimism.

Think about what life will be like without me because I've already considered that question. And I've decided that no life at all would be better than living without you.

Lo valioso no se recupera fácilmente cuando se lo cambia por unas monedas.

Dear Kai, Come back. Come back for me. I didn't mean it. I've changed my mind. I can't bear this, Kai. I can't bear this farm, this life, this world without you.

That wonderful, terrible night when her mother died and her whole world had been destroyed, when she realized she loved Kai and her whole world had been created anew.

This morning, at the custodial services meeting with doctor brown, where she informed the staff of Rusty's death, he'd felt sick. Not the usual, slow burning nausea of his life, but a deep, agonizing pain. As if everything were so twisted up inside and out, that there was no escape.