Quotes About Loss

I'd rather lose her from my life, but know she was alive and well than lose her altogether to death.

Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving. The trick is to enjoy what you have while you have it.

I would rather have you alive and immortal and not with me, than dead and never mine

Sometimes to get your life back, you have to face the death of what you thought your life would look like.

But it wasn't until much later that I learned the sad facts of his death or the sadder ones of his life. By then I could be found in the pavement cafés of Sour Bridge, with a set of my own.

The first time you came into my bar I saw that though you had been a pilot all your life, piloting was over for you.

Genuine love not only respects the individuality of the other but actually cultivates it, even at the risk of separation or loss. The ultimate goal of life remains the spiritual growth of the individual, the solitary journey to peaks that can be climbed only alone.

Since mentally healthy human beings must grow, and since giving up or loss of the old self is an integral part of the process of mental and spiritual growth, depression is a normal and basically healthy phenomenon. It becomes abnormal or unhealthy only when something interferes with the giving-up process, with the result that the depression is prolonged and cannot be resolved by completion of the

No, the sadness will soften, its edges will become less rough. In time missing him will be the way you love him.

The dead live as long as someone who loves them lives.

Ai dor! Era-me preciso enterrar magnificamente os meus amores. Eles lá iam, mar em fora, no espaço e no tempo, e eu ficava-me ali numa ponta de mesa, com os meus quarenta anos, tão vadios e tão vazios; ficava-me para os não ver nunca mais, porque ela poderia tornar e tornou, mas o eflúvio da manhã quem é que o pediu ao crepúsculo da tarde?

a saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas.

O meu fim evidente era atar as duas pontas da vida, e restaurar na velhice a adolescência. Pois, senhor, não consegui recompor o que foi nem o que fui. Em tudo, se o rosto é igual, a fisionomia é diferente. Se só me faltassem os outros, vá; um homem consola-se mais ou menos das pessoas que perde; mas falto eu mesmo, e esta lacuna é tudo.

Se mi mancassero solo gli altri, pazienza; più o meno un uomo si consola delle persone che perde; ma il problema è che sono io stesso a mancare, e questa lacuna è tutto.

E caem!- Folhas misérrimas do meu cipreste, heis de cair, como quaisquer outras belas e vistosas; e, se eu tivesse olhos, dar-vos-ia uma lágrima de saudade. Esta é a grande vantagem da morte, que, se não deixa boca para rir, também não deixa olhos para chorar... Heis de cair.

A sonata trazia a sensação da falta absoluta de governo, a anarquia da inocência primitiva naquele recanto do Paraíso que o homem perdeu por desobediente, e um dia ganhará, quando a perfeição trouxer a ordem eterna e única

Invadiu-o então uma coisa a que podemos chamar nostalgia de do exílio. (A Parasita Azul)

I wonder," wrote Eleanor Roosevelt, "whether we have decided to hide behind neutrality? It is safe, perhaps, but I am not always sure it is right to be safe. . . . Every time a nation which has known freedom loses it, other free nations lose something, too.

It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.

But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you've loved.

It was a star, Mrs. Whatsit said sadly. A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning.

There're a lot of things you don't understand. Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it