Quotes About Loss

Someone is dead.  Even the trees know it

I have come back but disorder is not what it was. I have lost the trick of it! The innocence of it!… Anne, Anne, flee on your donkey, flee this sad hotel, ride out on some hairy beast, gallop backward pressing your buttocks to his withers, sit to his clumsy gait somehow. Ride out any old way you please! In this place everyone talks to his own mouth. That's what it means to be crazy. Those I loved best died of it— the fool's disease.

It was a shame about him...really...

People who hadn't suffered a loss yet struck me as not quite grown up.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

She hated this place. Nothing made sense. Nothing worked as it was supposed to. She was supposed to be learning things as she went along, gaining strength for her final battle. All she was doing was losing things, one thing at a time.

You can't just kill a swan and wrap yourself in its skin, you know. It takes something from you. In her case it took the thing that she wanted most.

He's gone now. He did something terrible, but...he did good things, too. And he kept us well. And it's all right if you are sad.

This was not [him]. It was a thing, with all the [him]-ness gone from it. Death takes the person and leaves his shell behind, like a hollowed-out tree.

She did not like seeing her loved ones like this, bent over with sorrow; everything in her wanted to cry out, to thrash and scream at the sight of it. But she knew that great grief came from great love, and that their grief was an honor to her. And she did love them so very much.

er kann sich nicht entscheiden und er muss. Am Ende lässt er seine Kinder mit ihr ziehen, er bleibt zurück [...]. Die Tür hat sich hinter den dreien längst geschlossen, da steht er noch und möchte weinen weinen weinen, und wir, wir stehen in der fernen Zeit und stehen und finden keinen Satz und keinen Vers und keine Zeile, die etwas andres möchte als zu stehen mit ihm und zu weinen.

We begin to see that the completion of an important project has every right to be dignified by a natural grieving process. Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

Want als je geen toekomst meer hebt, wat blijft er anders over dan dromen van het verleden.

For if you no longer have a future, what else is there left but dreams of the past?

If you no longer had a future, what else is there left but dreams of the past?

She refused to consider what losing him forever might do to her.

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

In fact, losing feels about two times as bad to us as winning feels good to us.

And the effect is stronger the more the ticket costs. Imagine if, instead of $95, you had spent $150 or $250 or $500. As the price tag grows, so does the effect of sunk costs.

When we're choosing among new options, loss aversion causes us to favor the ones that have the lowest absolute loss associated with them, even if those options come at a lower expected value. In other words, our aversion to taking a loss causes us to make decisions a rational actor would not.

I can say that Nick the Greek lost a lot of money based on his beliefs—or, more accurately, because he ignored lots of feedback that his strategy was a losing one. He eventually went broke because he didn't recognize learning opportunities as they arose.

Todas as imagens irão desaparecer. (...) Vão desperecer todas de uma só vez como aconteceu com milhares de imagens situadas atrás dos rostos dos avós mortos há meio século, dos pais também eles já mortos. (...) Subitamente, desaparecerão milhares de palavras que serviram para nomear as coisa, os rostos das pessoas, as ações e os sentimentos, para pôr ordem no mundo, para fazer bater o coração e humedecer o sexo.

Más que todo, ahora querría captar la luz que baña rostros ya invisibles, manteles cargados de comida desvanecida, esa luz que estaba ya ahí en los relatos de los domingos de infancia y que no ha dejado de posarse sobre las cosas vividas inmediatamente, una luz anterior. Salvar algo del tiempo en el que ya no estaremos nunca más