Quotes About Loss

Valentine reposes within the walls of Paris, and to leave Paris is like losing her a second time. Maximilian, said the count, the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.

I have lost all that bound me to life; now death smiles on me as a nurse smiles on the child she is about to rock to sleep; now welcome death!" No sooner had this idea taken possession of the unhappy young man than he became more calm and resigned;

as Claudius said to Hamlet, `it is a law of nature; their fathers died before them, and they mourned their loss; they will die before their children, who will, in their turn, grieve for them.

Ti inganni mio signore, io non amavo mio padre come amo te; il mio amore per te è un altro amore: mio padre è morto e io non sono morta, mentre se tu morissi io pure morirei.

Maximilian, said the count, the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.

remember that it is the dead alone with whom we are not likely to meet again on this earth.

I should be much displeased at this, not because of any loss that it might occasion, but because I should no longer have the assurance that, whenever I wish, I can separate myself from the rest of the world.

Delays only double grief when one has to part ...

grief may kill, although it rarely does, and never in a day, never in an hour, never in ten minutes.

Delay only increases the sorrow of parting.

I have descended from a planet, called grief.

çünkü gözyaÅŸlar?n?z beni k?sa süre sonra ölecek olmamdan daha çok üzüyor.

If a man had tortured and killed your father, your mother, your sweetheart, in short, one of those beings who leave an eternal emptiness and a perpetually bleeding wound when they are torn from your heart, do you think society has given you sufficient reparation because the blade of the guillotine has passed between the murderer's trapezius and his occipital bone, because the man who made you undergo long years of mental and emotional suffering has undergone a few seconds of physical pain?

Her sobs and tears were so vehement that her brothers' grief seemed cold beside hers. Nobody suspected a crime, so no autopsy was held; the tomb was closed, and not the slightest suspicion had approached her.

the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.

Obsequies, madame, are for those who survive, not for the dead.

War is a distraction: we gain everything by it; we can only lose one thing by it—life—then so much the worse!

Les gens que nous avons aimé ne seront plus jamais où ils étaient, mais ils sont partout où nous sommes.

a man can only console himself for a lost affection by the discovery of a new one.

Now, these eager and apprehensive men of small property constitute the class which is constantly increased by the equality of conditions. Hence, in democratic communities, the majority of the people do not clearly see what they have to gain by a revolution, but they continually and in a thousand ways feel that they might lose by one.

I can't forget what it's done to you. I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It's gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won't ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It's gone. In a few hours, you've grown so much older.

An old man – utterly alone – he had staked his all on a throw – and lost.

Shift #5 for Seamus Heaney a box of coconut water two cans of coconut milk so many looking for help some people care when a poet dies a poem is a conscience a report card, a confession: today my lies were a motor that spun the Earth how can you get truth from a hill when I am the continent that drifts? how can I taste what I'm mourning when soon everything will be salt from the sea?

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.