Quotes About Loss

Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy

I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.

The Buddha, for his part, talks about the 'eight worldly conditions' that 'keep the world turning around', and around which the world turns. 'What eight? Gain and loss, fame and disrepute, praise and blame, pleasure and pain'.

I can't be forgiven so I am not asking you for forgiveness. We lost each other, and we will never find each other again.

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end.

Where does someone go when he dies?', 'When does fear end?', 'Where are all the single socks that disappeared in the washing machine?

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller. The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

Abel lifted her up - another gesture from former times, from when she'd been smaller - and carried her to the bathroom to find the Band-aid. Suddenly, Anna thought, she's growing up. One day, she'll be too big to be carried around like that. One day, he won't be able to hold onto her, she'll move on, and he'll be left all alone. Maybe the responsibility for Micha is more of an anchor than a burden. A lifeboat. A wooden plank to hold onto so you don't drown.

In the context of defining victim, an organization that voluntarily takes care of an abused animal can hardly be considered to have suffered loss.

BOABDIL.- Como el jazmín y el mirto, cultivamos el arte y la belleza. Al pie de los granados leímos sabios libros o besamos la boca de la amada: tu boca, Moraima, como la flor de los granados...No caímos en que, fuera del jardín, prevenía el destino la daga y el momento. Por sensibilidad perdimos nuestra vida.

A coffin striking earth is indisputably something serious." - from "At the Burial of a Friend

And will that spellbound world die with you" And will that spellbound world die with you where memory holds those breaths, the purest in your life, the white shadow of your first love, the voice that went to your heart, the hand you wanted to hold in dream, and every love that touched your soul, the profound sky? Is your world to die with you, the old life for some new order? The anvils and crucibles of your soul, do they labor only for dust and the wind?

What had excited most about her from the start was what made him most afraid and what had eventually taken her away from him: the strength of her will.

She wants to shake him, to feel the danger again and be capable of rejecting it, or to spare herself the pity she feels for him, the self pity she sees in him, the humiliation of having lost her and not being desired by her.

La cara no sólo es el espejo del alma, pensaba: también se va volviendo el espejo de las caras de los muertos.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.

Buscando lo que deseo voy perdiendo el deseo de lo que busco.

Mi padre, al irse, le regaló medio siglo a mi infancia.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you. – Antonio Porchia, Voices . Translated by W.S. Merwin. (Copper Canyon Press; Bilingual edition April 1, 2003)

Tôi yêu vì nh?ng gì tôi ?ã yêu, nh?ng nh?ng gì tôi ?ã yêu, tôi s? không b?t ??u yêu l?i n?a.

Por qué no será posible que las cosas que uno más quiere se queden para siempre con uno?

E per riaddormentarmi penso che ti scriverei che non sapevo che il tempo non aspetta, davvero non lo sapevo, non si pensa mai che il tempo è fatto di gocce, e basta una goccia in più perché il liquido si sparga per terra e si allarghi a macchia e si perda.

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