Quotes About Loss

We have never lost a crew member on the space station, but of course, the Columbia accident. I was - I'd already been an astronaut for a decade when the crew of Columbia was killed. And I went through test pilot school. Rick Husband and I were out at Edwards at test pilot school together. He was the commander of Columbia.

The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.

In her misery she read a great deal, and discovered that she had lost something she had previously not really know she had: a soul. What's that? It is easy to define negatively: it is simply that which sneaks off at the mention of algebraic series.

Oh, Papa. My heart's broke.

And as we see from the parable of the farmer and his daughter who were travelling to Jericho in a wagon when they fell among thieves, and all was taken from them save some jewels that the daughter contrived to hide in her vagina. After the thieves had gone, she gave these jewels to her father, to raise his heart again. And her father said unto her: "If only your mother was here. We could have saved the horse and the wagon also.

The man placed my mother on the counter. I'd selected an urn that could easily be confused for a Chinese vase, but I no longer appreciated that. When I saw it now I thought, This thing is so ugly, and if I screw off the top I will hear my mother scream.

The man gave me a stack of papers and said that one of the most painful things about death was the paperwork. I

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humaneness.

But someone I know is dying-- And though one might say glibly, "everyone is," The different pace makes the difference absolute.

People make a living donating to sperm banks. Last year I let $500 slip through my fingers.

Consider misunderstood loss as a derailment. When you understand impermanence, when you understand that change is truly the only constant in a space-time continuum, then you understand that such losses come and go.

It is the absence of something that best teaches its value and meaning.

The larger looming issue is the very real loss of personal privacy and the lack of transparency about how it happens. The marvels of the contextual age are based on a tradeoff: the more the technology knows about you, the more benefits you will receive.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then, And new-born infant, died. But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. They say it was a shocking sight, After the field was won, For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory.

Then, as I fell, I heard Tessie's soft cry and her spirit fled: and even while falling I longed to follow her, for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.

At last he whispered: 'Sylvia, it is I.' Again he said, 'It is I.' Then, knowing that she was dead, he kissed her on the mouth. And through the long watches of the night the cat purred on his knee, tightening and relaxing her padded claws, until the sky paled above the Street of the Four Winds.

All that is fair shall pass away; all that I love, all that I fear for—these shall the doctor take away, lifting them from my memory on the point of a steel blade. What has he to give in return? A hell of vapour, distorting sight; a hell of sound, drowning the soul.

painful emotional experiences, excessive frustration, personal rejection and hurt, physical illness, separation or loss, and death anxiety.

Finance is the art of passing currency from hand to hand until it finally disappears.

When will suffering cease? Not until individuality is lost.