Quotes About Loss

The Romans saw loss of virtue all around them. The Victorians decried the decline in religiosity in the next generation.

Is it not in the nature of loss that we measure the dizzying intensity of love? And in the hope of meeting again, the strength to go on living?

My Country I don't have any caps left made back home Nor any shoes that trod your roads I've worn out your last shirt quite long ago It was of Sile cloth Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair Intact in my heart Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair In the lines of my forehead My country -Nazim Hikmet

Lo! willow leaves have gone, Without getting grey-haired.

czy ty kocha?a? ich Caddy czy? ty ich kocha?a kiedy mnie dotykali umiera?am

She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.

A dream. He wondered if dreams ever came true. No, those dreams were gone forever.

Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

Al final, siempre gana el olvido.

Deshacerme de libros que he amado (la Biblia principalmente por razones literarias) habría supuesto no hace mucho un sufrimiento insoportable para mí, como si me arrancaran las costillas de una en una sin anestesia.

Being tired of all illusions and of everything about illusions – the loss of illusions, the uselessness of having them, the prefatigue of having to have them in order to lose them, the sadness of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have to end this way.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!...

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

To possess something is to lose it. To feel something without possessing it is to keep it, because in that way one extracts its essence.

Ao toque adormecido da morfina Perco-me em transparências latejantes E numa noite cheia de brilhantes, Ergue-se a lua como a minha Sina.

Everything belongs to someone else, except the pain of not having it.

El cansancio de todas las ilusiones y de todo cuanto hay en las ilusiones: su pérdida, la inutilidad de tenerlas, el cansancio anticipado de tener que tenerlas para perderlas, la amargura de haberlas tenido, la vergüenza intelectual de haberlas tenido sabiendo que tendrían ese final.

I don't remember my mother. She died when I was one year old. My distracted and callous sensibility comes from the lack of that warmth and from my useless longing after kisses I don't remember.

The weariness of all illusions and of everything that illusions involve — the loss of them, the pointlessness of having them, the anticipatory weariness of having to have them in order to lose them, the pain of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing how they would end.

Eu amo tudo o que foi Fernando Pessoa Eu amo tudo o que foi, Tudo o que já não é, A dor que já me não dói, A antiga e errônea fé, O ontem que dor deixou, O que deixou alegria Só porque foi, e voou E hoje é já outro dia.

Antinoj je mrtav - mrtav doveka, umro je i za njim sve ljubavi tuže. Venera, što ljubljaše Adonisa, ?oveka, u njem' ro?enje i smrt dragog pozna te se njen jad i bol Hadrijanov združe kao tuga grozna.

Ali pod usnom led ipak zna?i: umro je mili.

Everything belongs to others except my regret that it doesn't belong to me.