Quotes About Loss

Life is just a series of good-byes, isn't it? People move in and out of our lives, they go on to new places, sometimes they die.

Matamos lo que amamos, lo demas no ha estado vivo nunca.

Adán marchaba llorando, y mirando para atrás un paraíso perdido que no va a recuperar, y Eva pensaba en la historia que acaba de empezar.

One mistake can cause everything or may I say someone special :-(

towards Irma, seemingly burning or giving away every last item that had belonged to him?

He wanted to say, The person I love most in the world is about to leave me forever, but he knew these words were impossible to utter.

My free hand reached for something to hold on to, and closed on liquid nothing.

affinities under the crust of colonialism. This brief overview of precolonial North America suggests the magnitude of what was lost to all humanity and counteracts the settler-colonial myth of the wandering Neolithic hunter.

Of a thousand Red Stick and allied insurgents, eight hundred were killed. [Andrew] Jackson lost forty-nine men.

uns fogem do amor e outros procuram com sofreguidão, mas no fim o que fica, em todos, é a mesma coisa, uma insuportável sensação de vazio.

These are two poles in the soul's life: loss of self in what one is contemplating and self-willed assertion of what lies within the self. These are two great opposites. If you wish to attain real knowledge and permeate yourself with wisdom, self-will is lethal. In ordinary life, we know self-will only as prejudice—and prejudices always destroy higher insight.

Oh, where is the innocence I must never lose? ~Antonio

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss...

So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break; and he had never cried in all his life before.

Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears.

THE MIRACLE OF PURUN BHAGAT The night we felt the earth would move We stole and plucked him by the hand, Because we loved him with the love That knows but cannot understand. And when the roaring hillside broke, And all our world fell down in rain, We saved him, we the Little Folk; But lo! he does not come again! Mourn now, we saved him for the sake Of such poor love as wild ones may. Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake, And his own kind drive us away! Dirge of the Langurs.

Returning, it was noticeable, as his friend the Seeker pointed out to the head-priest, that he ceased for a while to mourn the loss of his River, or to draw wondrous pictures of the Wheel of Life, but preferred to talk of the beauty and wisdom of a certain mysterious chela whom no man of the temple had ever seen.

A SON My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.

His name was Charlie Mears; he was the only son of his mother who was a widow, and

e disse ben poco altresì di quella mostruosa gibbosità, intrisa di sangue, che si chiama il Sabotino, e che fu presa, perduta e ripresa, nel modo più glorioso, durante i primi giorni della guerra; mentre ora giaceva lì, sotto di noi, apparentemente calma, come un pascolo montano

So some of him lived but most of him died. (The Vampire)

Flowers wither and lose their color, much as I reflect in vain time lost to the long rain.- Kanna

Photographs of them alive and smiling would have made me cry and fall down and beat the earth with my fists; their actual dead faces only sealed me off from myself.

I thought that if could bring back the memory, I could bring back the feeling, and I would know for the first time what I truly wanted for myself, and then I would go and find it. That was my plan. But memories are always of things lost and gone and never returning.