Quotes About Loss

dwellings are prostrate; walls are toppling; churches are falling; sacred things are perishing; laws are trodden underfoot; justice is abused; the unhappy people mourn and wail.

The loss of so many ancient books could be blamed on something more than the apathy of feudal lords and the negligence and greed of unscrupulous monks. It could be blamed, too, on circumstances beyond the inevitable and indiscriminate destruction of floods and fires, or the pernicious appetites of mice, warble flies, and bookworms. All these things played their part, but there was another reason so few texts survived, and that was technology: how books were made.

Nothing is lost; destruction is only a name for a change of substance Lucretius, On the Nature of Things, c. 50 BC

Not one-not one single moment of time past can ever be got back. Not one little thing can escape change and death. Lost, the early Republic of our agrarian dream. We fought for it in battle and destroyed the thing we fought for. Lost, the years of our youth. They were good days and many, and they are all gone. And think of all the girls, John, the lovely girls, the lushloined girls who have gone down into the gulf of years.

She walked as she owned the world, or had owned it once and lost it but remembered how it felt.

The tea tasted like a clear dark dripping from the past. My grandmother came back with it, in crisp black funeral silks

He was silent for a minute. His gaze moved past me and grew distant as if he was watching his daughter slip away over a receding horizon. I had no children, but I had given up envying people who had.

Los muertos no hacen daño. Los vivos son quienes nos lastiman.

These last few months, I have simply been a woman waiting to be loved once again, loved in a way that I let define me. But I existed before Vincent loved me. I existed before he became lodged in my heart. And if I have lost him, I must still be able to exist. What choice is there when a man stops loving you? You can't really just let yourself blow away on the wind, can you?

I am grieving for the girl who always knew what she wanted and knew how to be alive in this terrifying world. That girl is gone. She is lying in pieces somewhere and I miss her. I miss her and I want her back.

Es que no hay forma de decir en voz alta que se puede odiar a alguien por morirse, como yo la odio a ella

Grief was an actual weight, he thought. It felt like a physical burden. You carried it with you all day, unsheddable. Your shoulders, by nightfall, felt dragged down." p 320

There. I said it. "Anne is my best friend: I say that in the present tense because I don't like to think of her as gone. Instead, I think of her as...away. Off someplace where I can't talk to her everyday like I used to.

A woman is entitled to respect until and unless she does something to lose it. A man is not entitled to respect until and unless he does something to gain it…The man must repeatedly achieve: obtain, surpass, conquer….Insecurity is part of being a man, an essential part of the male role in society. Manhood is never secure: It must be claimed via public actions, risky things seen and validated by other people–and it can be lost.

Your brother lost his leg in a tragic bass fishing accident.

Tristeza é parte da vida. Ela é a reação natural da alma diante da perda de algo que se ama. O mundo está luminoso e claro – mas há algo, uma perda, que faz tudo ficar triste.

Tudo o que amamos, tudo o que é belo, passa.

Um desejo esperado pode ser sonhado pela humanidade inteira, não conhece nem tempo nem espaço. Mas um fato está condenado a se perder na distância e no tempo.

A morte não mais me causa medo. O que ela me dá é uma imensa tristeza.

Ah! A vida é bela! O mundo é belo! É por isso que toda despedida é triste. E é isso que eu sinto: que a morte é uma saudade sem remédio.

Saudade é sentimento de quem ama e perdeu o objeto do amor. Quem não amou e não perdeu o objeto do amor não sente saudade.

Juventud divino tesoro Ya te vas para no volver Quando quiero llorar no lloro Y a veces lloro sin querer

Now nothing is anything, and everything is nothingness, just the cannons of pressure going off in my head. It's as if your old personality has been sucked out so slowly that you didn't notice its departure. Very slowly it's been stolen away and each day you remember less and less of who you are and what you feel.

The number of casualties will be more than any of us can bear ultimately.