Quotes About Loss

The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings. There is no one, as when the first-born were slain of old, to sprinkle with blood the lintel and the two side-posts of our doors, that he may spare and pass on; he takes his victims from the castle of the noble, the mansion of the wealthy, and the cottage of the poor and lowly.

The dharma teaches us the impermanence of all phenomena, but you cannot prepare yourself for the loss of the phenomenon you love more than yourself.

couldn't find it in my heart to believe her death would result in a complete annihilation; I think I accepted her body's death from the beginning, but there was another part of me that believed her mind, or her spirit, or something else that could not be defined, would never really

but the young dead stay with us, they color our dreams, they make us wonder about ourselves, that we should be so unlucky, or clumsy, or so downright ordinary as to carry on without them. Yet

I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.

fundos geridos por] jovens brilhantes e dinâmicos que prometiam realizar milagres com o dinheiro das outras pessoas, […] [mas] que no fim inevitavelmente geraram prejuízos para o público".

In the casino, the house always wins. In horse racing, the track always wins. In the Powerball lottery, the state always wins. Investing is no different. In the game of investing, the financial croupiers always win, and investors as a group lose. After the deduction of the costs of investing, beating the stock market is a loser's game.

Many rebel soldiers that night would sleep on their muskets and question the value of a victory that had cost them Stonewall Jackson.

Whoever wishes to have the half of Christ, loses   the whole.

I will never come back, and if I do there will be nothing left, there will be nothing left but the headstones to record what has happened; there will really be nothing at all.

O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

He was trying to put loss into words, but loss is absence and will always defy expression.

For a moment they still lived and I experienced their deaths as a fresh loss with each waking, so that I was unsure whether I was a man waking from a dream of death or a dreamer entering a world of loss, a man dreaming of unhappiness or a man waking to grief.

When she was taken from me it was like the death of a world, an infinite number of futures coming to an end.

Sometimes, I think that I concerned myself so much with the possibility of their loss that I never truly took pleasure in the fact of their existence.

I slipped from present to past, sliding down the snake heads of memory into what was and what would never be again.

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

When one encounters enough strangeness, then what is strange ultimately becomes familiar. The mind can accommodate itself to almost anything, given time: pain, grief, loss, even the possibility that the dead talk to the living.

We lose ourselves by degrees: our youth, our souls.

But I feared more the death of others. I did not want to lose them, I worried about them while they were alive. Sometimes I think I concerned myself so much with the possibility of their loss that I never truly took pleasure in the fact of their existence.

I learned something that day: there may be worse things than arriving somewhere with your dog and leaving without him, but there aren't many.

And Frank was right: they were both fathers who had lost children, and somehow they had come through that loss—not without ongoing pain, and not without fractures, but they had endured

daddy and it contained within it the prospect of living and the hope of dying, of endings and beginnings, of love and loss and peace and rage, all wrapped up in two whispered syllables.

So, how we doin'?" "Same as usual: dead people, a mystery, more dead people." "Who we lost?" "The boy. His guardians. Maybe Elliot Norton." "Shit, don't sound like we got anybody left. Anyone hires you better leave you your fee in their will.