Quotes About Loss

Shaving your head—the balding man's solution to hair loss

buried her at the Catholic cemetery. Six weeks later, I buried my father beside her. He simply could not live without her.

Looking into your child's eyes, knowing you would never again see in them the glint of life, was the harshest kind of reality, and there wasn't a faith in the world that could ease that pain.

his corporal, Victor Cruz, advised him not to make friends in Vietnam, that it was easier that way when those soldiers were killed.

we didn't really lose the war, the country just lost interest.

He told me he felt guilty to have lived, to have made it home when so many did not.

He didn't kill himself. The grief did that." "I

Your father was a great man. He didn't kill himself. The grief did that." "I

I had no idea that the loss of marijuana income had led to the Mexican, South American, and Chinese drug cartels plowing under their marijuana fields to plant poppies and to flood the United States market with cheap and affordable heroin. This

Come the fall, I would be leaving for college and my mother would lose her little boy, and I would lose the person who had always been there for me, my fiercest advocate since the day I'd been born.

There are millions of forgotten young men buried

How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!" Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him," he said at last. Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?" Because you miss him.

Al cabo de dos meses, Daniel estaría muerto, decapitado por sus captores musulmanes después de ser secuestrado por encargo en Karachi, y de que lo obligaran a hablar de su familia judía en la cinta de vídeo de su vil ejecución. Su asesinato fue tan aterrador como truculento.** Volvía a poner de manifiesto no sólo la crueldad de Al Qaeda y sus satélites, sino el grado hasta el que nosotros como periodistas habíamos perdido nuestra inmunidad.

Back out of all this now too much for us,Back in a time made simple by the lossOf detail, burned, dissolved, and broken offLike graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,There is a house that is no more a houseUpon a farm that is no more a farmAnd in a town that is no more a town.

Where have those flowers and butterflies all gone That science may have staked the future on? He seems to say the reason why so much Should come to nothing must be fairly faced.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.

People do kill themselves, you know, Miranda, when they think their whole reason for living is being taken away from them. Even the fact that other people think their suffering is a joke isn't enough to shake them out of it.

Psychology's loss," said Strike, "is private detection's gain.