Quotes About Loss

inside me like a hole that can never be filled and there was Mira Roche

Once you own things you have to be afraid of them. Of losing them.

The writer understands how deeply mysterious the 'familiar' really is. How strangely opaque, what we've seen a thousand times. And how inconsolable a loss, when the taken-for-granted is finally taken from us.

En el Exilio te agarras a lo que tienes, a lo que no te han quitado (todavía).

A woman who has lost her husband is invalid, thus an invalid. In

It is the most horrific thought—my husband died among strangers.

All your life, you yearn to return to what has been. You yearn to return to those you have lost. You will do terrible things to return, which no one else can understand.

He understood the primitive, malevolent spell of The Falls: he was beginning to feel again the sinister attraction he'd felt years ago, as an adolescent, when his emotions were rawer, closer to the surface. Those feelings of dissolution, loss, panic, very like the sensation of falling in love against one's will. The Falls! You can't believe it can kill you. When it is pure spirit. After

And he'd died because that life had mattered to him.

How does it happen that a person with whom you have shared your most intimate moments—greatest love, greatest pain, joy, also grief—can become a stranger?

Our circumstances shouldn't be the things that determine our level of joy. Even if we are having the worst day ever, we can have a confident, joy-filled, hopeful attitude if we learn to look at what we have left, not what we have lost. Always look at what God is doing, not what you think He isn't doing.

the nostalgia for things that weren't yet lost.

Childhood doesn't exist for children; however, for adults childhood is that former country we lost one day and which we futilely seek to recover by inhabiting it with diffuse or nonexistent memories, which in general are nothing but shadows of other dreams.

Uno es feliz hasta que la caga de cierta forma, luego no hay manera de recuperar eso que uno era antes

This world presses in on us from every side; it scatters fistfuls of our dust across the land and takes bits and pieces of us as if to water the earth with our blood. What did we do? Why have our souls rotted away?

Y después el sollozo. Otra vez el llanto suave pero agudo, y la pena haciendo retroceder su cuerpo. —Han matado a tu padre. —¿Y a ti quién te mató, madre?

La memoria, a esta edad mía, es engañosa; por eso yo le doy gracias a Dios, porque si acaba con todas mis facultades, ya no pierdo mucho, ya que casi no me queda ninguna.

Sospirava molto - Quello è male. Ogni sospiro è come un sorso di vita che se va.

Los hombres, creyendo que están dando algo, aparentando estar dando algo, nos quitan lo mejor que tenemos.

Her iç çekiÅŸ insan?n yitirdiÄŸi bir yudum yaÅŸamd?r.

Eso es malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

He was used to seeing some part of him die every day. He watched the leaves falling from the Paradise tree. They all follow the same road. They all go away.

Y Natalia se olvidó de mí desde entonces. Yo sé cómo le brillaban antes los ojos como si fueran charcos alumbrados por la luna. Pero de pronto se destiñeron, se le borró la mirada como si la hubiera revolcado en la tierra. Y pareció no ver ya nada.

Con decirle que muchos de los que allí se mueren, al llegar al Infierno regresan por su cobija.