Quotes About Loss

I just sat there. I just held Shelby's hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life.

All the new thinking is about loss.In this it resembles the old thinking.The idea, for example, that each particular erasesthe luminous clarity of a general idea.

Todo el pensar nuevo es acerca de la pérdida.

All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking

There was a time I didn't know your name Why should I worry, cry in vain but now she's gone, and I don't worry cause I'm sittin' on top of the world.

He knew that he'd known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imaginary conversations, imagining her saying such delightful things.

Fair daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon.

Syndicated columnist Harvey Mackay said, "Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back.

Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I'd every known, every place I'd ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.

who just robbed me an hour ago,

We're giving up free range, getting organized, feathering our emotions. Efficiency an effectiveness and all those other pieces of intellectual artifice. And with the loss of free range, the cowboy disappears, along with the mountain lion and gray wolf. There's not much room left for travelers.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us. Christ, we're in love. As deeply, as profoundly, as it's possible to be in love.

I want to keep it forever. I want to love you the way I do now the rest of my life. Don't you understand... we'll lose it if we leave. I can't make an entire life disappear to start a new one. All I can do is try to hold onto to both. Help me. Help me not lose loving you.

Abbiamo perduto noi stessi e creato qualcos'altro, qualcosa che esiste in quanto ci unisce. Ci amiamo. Con tutta la profondità, l'intensità con cui è possibile amarsi.?

Neke stvari traju, pomislila je. Hridi, rijeke, stari natkriveni mostovi. A neke stvari ne traju. Vrele kolovoške no?i i sve što sa sobom nose. Izmi?u nam, pa idemo dalje bez njih, naposljetku umremo i nema nam traga.

Some things last, she thought. Rocks, rivers, old covered bridges. And some things don't last. Hot August nights and everything they bring with them. They elude us, so we go on without them, eventually we die and there is no sign of us.

The letter should have been a thousand pages long. It should have talked about the end of evolutionary chains and the loss of free range, about cowboys struggling with the corners of the wire, like the corn husks of winter.

Estamos a desistir da liberdade (...) e com a perda da liberdade, o cowboy desaparece, juntamente com o leão da montanha e o lobo cinzento.

What made Jim truly mystical was his ability to live fully conscious of how, every day, a bit more of the sacred becomes desecrated. Still, Jim's awareness of how much had been lost didn't stop him from appreciating what remained.

The only thing sadder than a battle won is a battle lost.

You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

But what can be found can also be lost. The process of differentiation, creating the possibility of integration, brings into being the lifelong theme of finding and losing, which before now could not have existed.

I hope you're at peace. I hope you... I hope you're in heaven, and you fell in love with someone who treats you better than I ever did, and that they're fucking your brains out and then fucking your brains back in after that on a daily basis. I'll always miss you, Lucille. I'm sorry I named a fucking baseball bat after you.

It was too late for he and his father to have an adventure, and NOTHING seemed to have any color anymore.