Quotes About Loss

It's hard to know which made me more aware of the impossibility of protecting children - having a child die or having had two live.

As soon as I go into a dark subject, like discussing the people I've loved and lost, I off-road into absurdist comedy perversion. It's both a means of protection and a kind of denial, a blessing and a curse. Wait, it's not a blessing at all. I guess it would be a bad habit and a curse.

I had to force myself not to be overly protective because I had lost one child.

My father was never really a big part of my life, he ended up passing away a few years ago, my biological father. And the guy I consider my dad, he was incarcerated for a crime he didn't even commit, which is part of the reason I protest.

Most of the people I know, their marriages went down the drain, like mine - something I am not proud of.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

What greater sorrow than being forced to leave behind my native earth?

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

MEDEA: The children are dead. I say this to make you suffer.

Go home to your wife. Go bury her.

Sorrow is long when love has vanished underground.

LEADER. My King, thou needs must gird thee to the worst. Thou shalt not be the last, nor yet the first, To lose a noble wife. Be brave, and know To die is but a debt that all men owe.

No cowardice, and no remembering your children, how they were your dears, or how you gave them birth. Instead for this one fleeting day forget that they are yours, and afterward take time to grieve. Although it's you who's killing them they were your lovely babes. And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

Thracian. The army lost and the king slain, Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain! This deep raw wound . . . Oh, let me die By thy side, Master, by thy side! In shame together let us lie Who came to save, and failed and died.

What profit was it to live on, Friend, with my grief kept and mine honour gone?

Con la ayuda de sus bellos ojos destrozó de la peor manera a la próspera Troya.

In your grief, too, I weep, mother of little children, You who will murder your own, In vengeance for the loss of married love

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One moment, one short moment - and forever sorrow.

I sprang up, empty-handed, groping round For spear or sword, when, lo, a young strong man Was close to me and slashed, and the sword ran Deep through my flank. I felt its passage well, So deep, so wide, so spreading . . . then I fell. And they, they got the bridles in their hand And fled. . . . Ah! Ah! This pain. I cannot stand.

Muse. I say to thee: Curse Odysseus, And cursèd be Diomede! For they made me childless, and forlorn for ever, of the flower of sons. Yea, curse Helen, who left the houses of Hellas. She knew her lover, she feared not the ships and sea. She called thee, called thee, to die for the sake of Paris, Belovèd, and a thousand cities She made empty of good men.

I shall weep for you—not just one year but as long as life shall last. Yes, my love, forever. And I'll hate her who gave me birth, and curse my father. Their love was only words; but you, you gave me the most precious thing you had, to save my life. The loss—the loss of one like you— how can I not cry out in pain?

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

As he started 'Whisky and Gin' and the cheering and the shrieking filled my senses, I thought of Mama, shattered by the war and Papa's death and I wished with all my heart that she could understand how it felt to be us that night - how it felt to be eighteen and unbeaten, eighteen and alive.