Quotes About Loss

It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.

Once things have passed and become irretrievable, we tend to see them with a hazy, golden glow.

No hay duelo saludable sin realismo duro y crudo.

El maestro llevaba muchos años predicando que la vida no era más que ilusión. Cuando murió su hijo, rompió a llorar. Sus discípulos se le acercaron y le dijeron: –Maestro, ¿cómo puede llorar tanto si nos ha explicado que todas las cosas de esta vida son una ilusión? –Sí —respondió el sabio, enjugándose las lágrimas que resbalaban por sus mejillas—, ¡él era una ilusión tan hermosa!

La premisa es como sigue: cuanto más hagas del "ganar" un valor, paradójicamente, más destinado estarás a perder.

Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyesMay weep, but never see,A night of memories and of sighsI consecrate to thee.

Absence and death are the same -- only that in death there is no suffering.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?

Owê war sint verswunden alliu mîniu jâr! ist mir mîn leben getroumet, oder ist ez wâr?

Most Gamblers start with a little, and strive to turn it into a lot : Invariably they end up turning a lot into a little

Many fathers are gone. Some leave, some are left. Some return, unknown and hungry. Only the dog remembers. —NICK FLYNN, ANOTHER BULLSHIT NIGHT IN SUCK CITY Their

Songs were the place he took his loss and turned it into something else. Which may not have been the same as grieving, but it was something.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

Some minds corrode, and grow inactive, under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginative in the loneliness of confinement.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal, every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open, this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life

Well, if you live long enough, you lose a lot. Just as long as you don't throw them away. Whatever you loose, you'll find again, but what you throw away you never get back. -Oibore (Enishi's dad) to Yahiko and Misao

Think of me tonite For that which you savor Did it give you something real, or could you taste the pain of my death in its flavor?

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold The Second Coming

All I know is when you have somethin' cut off, it means there's less of you left, and I like as much of you as can be, Lu. Maybe you should gain some weight.

Jillian cried.

I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn't a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.