Quotes About Loss

Every war, before defeat or victory, causes damage to all dimensions.

I am being observed, secretly, and discovered by close observation through someone's team member/members, who are nowhere. The globe is visible within my spirituality. I am not allowed to disclose the secret of mystical powers. Only you can reach my heart with your heart. Don't go far, don't play games; you will lose everything; you have established in my heart.

Just saying; Sorry, cannot compensate, and heal all the griefs and pains that one bore with its tears.

Tears do not flow without reason.

You can't get back what you've lost, What's important now is "What is it that you still have. —Jimbei

Alive, her body belonged to him; dead, she was his ghost.

The times are rushing ahead. This has already caused damage, and there is still more destruction to come. One day, human civilization... will be a thing of the past.

The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God.

Something dies, but it's never really all gone. In our hearts, there's always a little piece left. And it can bloom again.

This …this shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." "Sorry?" Weak laughter bubbled up in her. Sorry was for when you stepped on someone's toe, or when you knocked over a lamp. Not for when you crushed someone's entire world.

There was nothing left to say. He was walking away, taking with him everything she had ever wanted.

He had been far away from home, and something terrible had happened … and it was that something which had taken their lives and blown them apart. She understood too, now, after all these years, that Brian hadn't meant to hurt her.

Remember this: the only way to live is to live—and death is always, always, part of living. We die over and over. Oh, the big death comes but once, but a thousand deaths arrive with every turn of the seasons—the death of a day or a lover, of a friend or a dream, death piled upon death. The slow sundering of years parts us even from who we once were and from the memories which parented us. Live anyway.

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels different when they're gone.

But there are still times that I talk to the sky, and by the sky i mean Jim. Try to explain the life i have now to the same color blue that used to flash in his eyes.

he lost his weapon as well as his confidence as he fell.

BOUNDARIES The extreme nature of everything I've experienced as a mother has also taught me the need for boundaries. I have learned to value my own limited energy and resources, and so I will ask my children to help me around the house. If they choose not to help, they will lose some valued object or activity.

Achieving and then losing again can be more painful than not achieving at all, which is why many children of narcissists do so little. Barely functioning defends us from loss.

History offers us not a single recorded cell phone conversation between Louis XIV and Madame de Montespan in which His Most Christian Majesty wishes he were a tampon, or photos of Nell Gwynn sunbathing topless in her walled garden near Whitehall Palace. It is most certainly our loss.

He who loses money, loses much; He who loses a friend, loses much more; He who loses faith, loses all.

If you lose money you lose much, If you lose friends you lose more, If you lose faith you lose all.

Ten, kto stratí peniaze, toho stratí dosÃ…Â¥. Ten, kto stratí priate?a, toho stratí eÅ¡te viac. VÅ¡etko vÅ¡ak stratí ten, kto zahodil nádej.

Upon the death of her mother-in-law, Elearnor Roosevelt said, "It is truly a tragedy of life to have spent 35 years with someone and upon her death, not to give it a second thought.

It was an old fear, a fear that has never left me: the fear that, in losing pieces of her life, mine lost intensity and importance. And the fact that she didn't answer emphasized that preoccupation. However hard I tried in my letters to communicate the privilege of the days in Ischia, my river of words and her silence seemed to demonstrate that my life was splendid but uneventful, which left me time to write to her every day, while hers was dark but full.