Quotes About Loss

When you once had faith and no longer do, I suppose it's like a woman carrying a dead baby. The sight of live babies becomes painful.

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess. MARTIN LUTHER

What hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was tryin' to do

Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time Here comes the start of every sleepless night The first of every tear Im gonna cry Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye

What hurts the most, is being so close. And having so much to say, then watching you walk away...

here it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms And I let it all slip away

The loss of something that is never thought of, felt, or sought for when lost is not a loss at all.

Perder la fe es espantoso porque nos despoja de la esperanza e incluso amenaza el amor.

În mijlocul schimb?rii È™i al transform?rii, ne d?m seama c? pe m?sur? ce înaint?m în vârst?, avem mai mult? nevoie de cineva mai mare decât noi care s? ne redea ceea ce am pierdut.

We became less than what we were meant to be.

Cuando uno de estos patrones se fragmenta, decimos que la persona está «perdiendo la cabeza».

Tragedia maturiz?rii nu const? în faptul c? ne pierdem copil?ria în simplitatea ei, ci în aceea c? ne pierdem inocenÈ›a în sublimul ei.

We have lost the shared meanings of pain, and so the shared meanings of victory become occasions for jealousy.

Por otra parte, la pérdida de la alabanza en la adoración desfigura el propósito esencial de la vida.

We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.

Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.

Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go.

No person ever died that had a family.

Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away. But, Lena, that's sad. No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.

That's life for you, said MacDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

War's never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns. But I don't suppose that's the kind of victory you boys mean for me to talk on.

YOU CAN'T DEPEND ON PEOPLE BECAUSE... ...they go away. ...strangers die. ...people you know fairly well die. ...friends die. ...people murder people, like in books. ...your own folks can die. So...

That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.