Quotes About Loss

In the bitter air, the grieving were wreathed in white by their sighs.

Death had snatched colour away with the Prince's life.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

At sunset the little soul that had come with the dawning went away, leaving heartbreak behind it

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find out interest in life returning to us.

I hardly dare believe it after that horrible day last summer. I have had a heart ache ever since then. But it is gone now." "This baby will take Joy's place." Said Marilla. "Oh, no no no Marilla. He can't, nothing can ever do that. He has his own place, my dear wee man child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it.

I've read somewhere that 'our dead are never dead until we have forgotten them.' Matthew will never be dead to me, for I can never forget him.

I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn't bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend.

you wouldn't want it to stop hurting . . . you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it

Bueno, otra esperanza que se pierde. Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas muerta<<

Bueno, otra esperanza que se pierde. Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas muertas.

The old magic was gone forever- gone with Sylvia and the Hidden Land and all the dear, sweet fading dreams of childhood.

Why was he thinking about work? About the past? It was over. It was all over. He was never going to work again. "This second," his father liked to tell him, "just became the past. As soon as you noticed it, it was already gone. Too bad for you, Son. It's lost forever.

The ability to choose weakness over power is a capacity for sacrifice, and that sacrifice is love in action. To be weak is to be open to another, to enter relationship. Sacrifice is accepting the weakness of loss, even the loss of life, for the good of others. It is the fountain of love.

For every gain there is a sacrifice, and the removal of the parasite sometimes entails removal of the host.

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

In truth, I don't want to be there. I don't want to see the light go out of my brother's eyes.

Please don't miss me too much. Please don't be too sad. Find someone else to love, because you have much love to give and it's a gift that shouldn't be wasted. You , Jesse, were the rose that made my life sweet.I will wait for you in heaven.

I am someone who can look at certain things without flinching. Certain dead people. Particular dead people. But I cannot look at the creatures.

I'm so sorry.' It was very obvious Mrs Douglas was dead. She was dressed only in her nightgown; her eyes protruded

Did Mr. Poe write as a boy? Dear me, yes. It was all he had, what with losing his mother as a toddling child and then being cast aside by his foster father. I think sometimes his pen was his only friend in the world

Though at the moment, with the bleak emptiness of the rest of his mortal journey facing him, he couldn't help but wonder if he might have been better off never to have known her, never to have loved her, and never to have lost her. He closed his eyes and wept.