Quotes About Loss

As for his father, he saw death in the falling leaves.

He could not even see the images which I was seeing, so broken was his heart.

But the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues, and each of those statues resembled her face.

the death of another person is perhaps the only genuine supernatural event we ever experience.

La memoria es una maldición -pensó-, pero también es el mayor de los dones. Porque si pierdes la memoria lo pierdes todo.

As time passed, Michael lost a little faith that he would ever have the love he wanted.

And my worst problem was laughter. I would go into fits of laughter and I couldn't stop. Anything could set me off. The sheer madness of my own position might set me off. This can still happen to me fairly easily. No loss, no pain, no deepening understanding of my predicament changes it. Something strikes me as funny. I begin to laugh and I can't stop.

You see, sometimes, Alex, we have to lose things to learn compassion. And sometimes we are overcome by change that arrives with some measure of violence, but leaves us transformed for the better.

Out, out, brief candle." Such comforting remembrance can turn in an instant to agony.

He gets lost, or thirsty beyond the point where he can hunt on his own. I have to search for him. He was that way as a man before he was ever made a blood drinker. The blood didn't change him except for a little while. And now he's enslaved to these tiny worlds he creates.

In a fog, I stared at the wounded bouquet of flowers. Pink-throated lilies. I wanted to pick them up. The tiny wounds all over me stung me and hurt me. I hated him that he had made the vase fall over, that the lilies were spilt now on the floor.

I doubt now there is any power on earth that can truly reclaim what death steals.

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming to sack its riches.

I knew that things human would lose all love of this place, as they had lost their love of so many ruins in the country round.

I had robbed myself of my own Child of the Blood by my splendid designs.

Amadeo had once more been stolen from a way of life to be take to another unexplicable place.

Oh, how heartily and eternally I despise him because he destroyed, in the name of Satan, all that I held precious, because he took my Amadeo away from me, because he took those whom I protected, because the palazzo which contained the fruits of my dreams.

You cut my heart out of my chest while I lived and breathed, and you took it with you! We shall be together this night in Hell.

The agony of losing him was monstrous. How could I deny it with a single syllable?

Time eventually destroyed our love for one another. Time withered our gentle intimacy. Time devoured whatever conversations or pleasures we once agreeably shared.

It was hitting me again like so many violent blows that my world was dashed, that my house was ruined, that Amadeo was stolen from me.

or charms to drive off panic, or agony, of those who saw in the final careless, dissonant moments no tears perhaps or heard no pledge that I would mourn you forever.

My grief for Aaron would never go away, and I'd endured it for years without a word to either of my vampire companions, Louis or Lestat.

death, no matter how often and regularly I am the cause of it.