Quotes About Loss

For the dead, who seem to take away so much, really take with them nothing that is ours.

They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire. To the end of his life Clive was not sure of the exact moment of departure, and with the approach of old age he grew uncertain whether the moment had yet occurred.

Let us discuss why poetry has lost the power of making men brave.

For the dead, who seem to take away so much, really take with them nothing that is ours. The passion they have aroused lives after them, easy to transmute or to transfer, but well-nigh impossible to destroy.

Houses have their own ways of dying, falling as variously as the generations of men, some with a tragic roar, some quietly, but to an after-life in the city of ghosts, while from others—and thus was the death of Wickham Place—the spirit slips before the body perishes . . . By September it was a corpse, void of emotion, and scarcely hallowed by the memories of thirty years of happiness.

Amaba a los hombres y siempre los había amado. Ansiaba abrazarlos, mezclar con el de ellos su ser. Ahora que había perdido al hombre que correspondía a su amor, admitía aquello.

Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.

He mourned his wife more sincerely because he mourned her seldom.

No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't.

They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire.

It is like you to have thought of such a beautiful thing." Not a thing, only an ending," said Helen rather sadly; and the sense of tragedy closed in on Margaret again as soon as she left the house.

The tide had begun to ebb. Margaret leant over the parapet and watched it sadly. Mr. Wilcox had forgotten his wife, Helen her lover; she herself was probably forgetting. Every one moving. Is it worth while attempting the past when there is this continual flux even in the hearts of men?

Alas! that Henry should fade away as reality emerged, and only her love for him should remain clear, stamped with his image like the cameos we rescue out of dreams.

I saw it clearly. The tragedy of our time is to have lost the ability to feel loss, the inability of power to rise to its responsibility for human decency....I was thinking that if what distinguishes us as humans is our stupidity, what may redeem us is our grace'.

The praying stopped, and Alford turned from that far near distance and walked out on to the veranda alone, thinking still of that self beyond his reach in a faraway place, as a loss, as something he had been deprived of. But how do you feel the loss of a self that you did not have to lose? How can you lose an Africa you did not know? But that was what he felt: the loss of not having had that loss to lose.

Even if our home burns down we can rebuild it. But the things that we got for nothing, we can never replace.

The sports page records people's accomplishments The front page nothing but their failures.

The fastest way for a politician to become an elder statesman is to lose an election.

alara, sen neleri terk ettin annen gibi yenilmek için? biz ne zaman annemiz gibi olduk? asl?nda babam?z olan o adamlar? nas?l bulduk? yenildi?imiz bir maç?n rövan?? bu, alara dikkatli ol. o adamlarda baban? öldürebildin mi? ihtimal öldüremedin. yenildin

Kokusunu çoktan unuttu?um bir zaman diliminde bile, ken­dini parma??n a?z?na as?l? an?ms?yorsan, öykü ba?lam??t?r. öykü, annenin sümerce bir yenilgi yaz?t? olmas?d?r. baba, her zaman oldu?u gibi karanl?k bir kap? aral???, dikenli bir kilit sesi. o içeri girdi?inde, sen art?k hep d??ardas?n.

You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are.

He was broken from the start. And this stupid world took what was left of him and ground it into sand.

Thus Betty scraped through a second bitter crisis, one that might have shattered a character more brittle. But she had grown sharp as bile from this, her latest shock, and each passing day increased her edge. Worse, there was no one now to notice her shrinking humanity and cry halt...by turns she would become lightheaded, cackling away like one insane. It was the lightness of one who has nothing more to lose.

There's a particular type of alone you feel when in a room with someone who's no longer alive, she's discovering now, and it is the worst kind.