Quotes About Loss

He was floating with his head down, blood streaming from a bullet hole in the back of his neck.

Marial and Uncle were no longer by his side, and they never would be again, but Salva knew that both of them would have wanted him to survive, to finish the trip and reach the Itang refugee camp safely. It was almost as if they had left their strength with him, to help him on his journey.

no pain was permanent, and no loss was real. That even though people treated each other abominably, even though they left, even though you let them go, even though you never laid eyes on them again, this fugue that linked you continued, whether you liked it or not.

Though she never moved, she was more alive than I. In the light of her beauty and strength, I realized what I had lost. Because of fear, I had forfeited strength, life, and beauty. I had lost a sense of my true self, and with that loss so much of what God wanted for me was yet unrealized.

When you buried your child, was it like imparting your greatest treasure into the sanctity of nature? Love You More

I want to cry but I don't. I don't. There are pieces of yourself, so many pieces of yourself, that, once you give away, you cannot get back again.

Kendinize ait parçalar vard?r, say?s?z parçalar, bunlar? bir kez feda ederseniz bir daha asla yerine koyamazs?n?z.

They died, leaving behind the kind of void that is never filled, a relentless ache that follows an abandoned child throughout her entire life. And

How terrible to lose a child most of the world never knew was missing.

It was not the past that broke you. - It was the empty future, the endless string of days filled with none of the people who mattered most.

I could stay in every night for the rest of my life and my mother still wouldn't be happy. In fact, maybe she'd be better off if I finally did go out and meet a grand demise. Get the waiting game over with. Because, as my mother will tell you, there are worse things than having your daughter abducted. There's getting her back and realizing you've lost her after all.

turned out, a giant well of emptiness had always existed inside me. A void so deep and black and ugly, I wasn't just empty, I was hollowed out by the losses in my life. Until there were days I didn't dare go outside because I worried the wind would blow me away. The pills became my

at the end of the day, the people left behind matter as much as the ones who are missing. We mourn the ones we've lost, but we agonize over the pieces of ourselves they took with them. The identities we'll never have again. The emotions we're certain we'll never feel again. The sense of our own selves, becoming undone and disappearing just as completely and suddenly as those who vanished.

The truth did not always set you free. Sometimes it bound you to dark, bloody deeds and cost you the people you loved.

So you've studied psychobabble and you've attended half of the FBI Academy. What does that make you? Someone who also lost her sister. And her mother, too, for that matter. Trump. In the contest of who has gotten dumped on more by life, I believe I just won.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl in a big house who loved her father so much she was sure he would never leave her. But he did. And now this.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

Oh captain my captain

Who has suffered? The families of the dead, no doubt. But a greater loss was inflicted on Pakistan because, as I said, we lost the pillars of our society.

Freedom has become a commodity whose availability, paradoxically, keeps society in check. The threat of its loss seems to enable us to tolerate its imposition.

Society can progress if men's labors show a profit - if they yield more than is put in. To produce at a loss must leave less for all to share.

Our broken society is not born out of the triumph of the individual, but out of his effacement. He vanishes, she vanishes, ask them who they are and they will offer you a wallet or a child.

This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society are, in the best Sense, ever present, because Immortal

For however much the state may gain by not having to fund roads on its own, society would lose in aggregate if the open commons of transportation were lost.