Quotes About Loss

Moreover, we forget things every day, so in a sense we are constantly dissolving into nothingness.

Yours (now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)

Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.

The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.

Today one may pluck out one's very heart and not find it.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

Il sogno è l'ultima notizia che possiedo di te.

16 February. Can't see my way clear. As though everything I possessed had escaped me, and as though it would hardly satisfy me if it all returned.

now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours

O tu sei mia e tutto va bene, o invece ti perdo e allora... non c'è niente, ...niente di niente.

Precisamos de livros que nos afetam como um desastre, que nos magoam profundamente, como a morte de alguém que amamos mais do que a nós mesmos.

but what can be said in the face of blood?

Pe cine nu mai cheam?, pe acela îl uit? cu des?vârÈ™ire. N-am vrut s? vorbesc despre asta de fa?? cu Frieda. Dar nu e numai uitare, e mai mult decât atât. C?ci pe cine ai uitat, poÈ›i s?-l cunoÈ™ti din nou. În cazul lui Klamm asta nu e posibil. Pe cine nu mai cheam?, pe acela l-a uitat complet, nu numai pentru trecut, dar, ca s? zic aÈ™a, È™i pentru viitor.

The time allotted to you is so short that if you lose one second you have already lost your whole life, for it is no longer, it is always just as long as the time you lose.

It seemed as if the shame was to outlive him

I wouldn't have a thing, not even my name, since I've given that to you as well.

It takes a true encounter to realise that real animals, wild animals, have all but passed from our lives.

I was devastated by Gene Wilder's death.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

There's not a day that William and I don't wish that she was... we don't wish that she was still around, and we wonder what kind of a mother she would be now, and what kind of a public role she would have, and what a difference she would be making.