Quotes About Loss

As a kid, I saw that Dad lost a lot of money in casinos, and I didn't understand that. I thought this must be a great business. At the same time, I saw when I was with him - and I was with him a lot of the time - that this was a really cool business, and it was fun and glamorous.

There is nothing glamorous about death.

There's nothing glamorous about war at all.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

May God bless Trayvon Martin's soul, his family.

I'm very frugal, so I don't like to shop because I'm afraid everything is going away.

I don't know where my first gold medal is.

My dad was a pool-equipment salesman. He died when I was 12. Heart attack on a golf course.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

I am now writing a book called 'Far Enough,' very loosely based on my childhood. This is difficult because it forces me to remember people I loved who are gone.

I never meant to write about the experience of losing a good friend to breast cancer when I was going through it. But after it was over, I realized that although something deeply sad had happened, something truly beautiful also had.

When we lost Glen Campbell, we lost an American original. We also lost a really good man.

It's sad that we have to sell our training gear, things we get in fights that are a good memory of what we had there, but we'll get new stuff later.

Of all my childhood memories, I don't have any good ones.

I think from losing my mother, I appreciate having good people around me.

I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead. (I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

Old Yeller.

The hair beneath was baby blond, the face under the grime so young; too young... yet old enough to die in war.

Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again.

What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.

What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.

The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune ends before you've heard it out. Your whole life through you search to catch the strain, and seek the face you've lost in strangers' faces.

When Godric banished Fairweather and Tune, they all three bled for it, and part of Godric snaked off too, nevermore to come again. And it's Godric's flesh that Ailred's cough cleaves to like an axe. And when brave Mouse went down off Wales, he bore to the bottom the cut of Godric's sharp farewell. And when Gillian vanished in a Dover wood, she took with her all but the husk of Godric's joy.