Quotes About Loss

The more profound the loss, the more poignant the grief

The Columbia is lost, but the dreams that inspired its crew remain with us.

I guessed life was like that. You gained and you lost, and if you saved anything from the ruins, even if only a shred of self-respect, it was enough to take you through the next bit.

How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.

I hadn't had a mother since I was two, and from then until seven I had believed God was someone who had run off with her and was living with her somewhere else... (God took your mother, dear, because he needed her more than you do) which had never endeared him to me

later learned that the aircraft carrying Lieutenant Thomas Meehan, 1st Sergeant William Evans, and most of the headquarters element, flew steadily onward, and then did a slow wingover to the right. The plane's landing lights came on as it approached the ground. It appeared they were going to make it, but the aircraft hit a hedgerow and exploded, instantly killing everyone on board. If I survived the jump, I would be the company commander.

C'est fou comme la mort, c'est soluble dans l'amour.

Quand je mourrai, je regretterai surtout de savoir que périssent les yeux qui l'ont vue et le cÅ"ur qui l'a contemplée.

They were neither of them in a high sphere of life. Rhoda was a farmer's daughter, the only one among a troop of great rough brothers, some younger, some older than herself. She was not more than twelve years of age, and yet she had been for a year the little mistress of the family, for her mother had long been dead.

The saddest part of life will never be about you, but about someone else's death.       The

Demek ki yaÅŸam bir tür ÅŸakayd?: kibrinden, girdiÄŸi bir iddia yüzünden her ÅŸeyi yitirmiÅŸti.

bir daha geri gelmemek üzere yitip gitmiÅŸ bir mutluluÄŸu olduÄŸu gibi koruyabileceÄŸine, zaman ak???n? durdurabileceÄŸine, her ÅŸeyin eskisi gibi olabileceÄŸine inan?yordu.

A common little song has died and left me here with a heart in pain and sent me wandering lovelessly to deposit my heart at every door: with her who was never born yet died and left to me a loveless heart: and yet carries off my heart in pain: to deposit my heart at every door.

In un momento Sono sfiorite le rose I petali caduti Perché io non potevo dimenticare le rose Le cercavamo insieme Abbiamo trovato delle rose Erano le sue rose erano le mie rose Questo viaggio chiamavamo amore Col nostro sangue e colle nostre lagrime facevamo le rose Che brillavano un momento al sole del mattino Le abbiamo sfiorite sotto il sole tra i rovi Le rose che non erano le nostre rose Le mie rose le sue rose P. S. E così dimenticammo le rose.

Having no name to call on was having no past; having no past pointed to the fissure between the past and the present. That fissure is represented in the Door of No Return: that place where our ancestors departed one world for another; the Old World for the New. The place where all names were forgotten and all beginnings recast.

Suffering is the decay of the heart; all that we have loved becomes the 'forbidden' when we have not understood it all...

A Girl is gone! A Girl is lost! A simple Rustic Maiden but Yesterday swung upon the Pasture Gate, with Knowledge nowhere, yet is now, to-day, no better than her Mother, and her Mother's Mother before her! Soiled! Despoiled! Handled! Mauled! Rumpled! Rummaged! Ransacked! No purer than Fish in Sea, no sweater than Bird on Wing, no better than Beasts of Earth!

But death is intimacy walking backward. We are crazed with grief when she, who once permitted us, leaves to us the only recollection.

Once in the war I saw a dead horse that had been lying long against the ground. Time and the birds and its own last concentration had removed the body a great way from the head. As I looked upon the head, my memory weighed for the lost body; and because of that missing quantity even heavier hung that head along the ground. So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight.

So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight

What do they find then, that this lover has committed the unpardonable error of not being able to exist—and they come down with a dummy in their arms. God's last round, shadow-boxing, that the heart may be murdered and swept into that quiet still place where it can sit and say: 'Once I was, now I can rest.

What do they find then, that this lover has committed the unpardonable error of not being able to exist—and they come down with a dummy in their arms. God's last round, shadow-boxing, that the heart may be murdered and swept into that still quiet place where it can sit and say: 'Once I was, now I can rest.

The doctor looked at her. "For the lover, it is the night into which his beloved goes," he said, "that destroys his heart; he wakes her suddenly, only to look the hyena in the face that is her smile, as she leaves that company.

I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.