Quotes About Loss

In my life, I've dealt with tragedy.

I began writing The Cold Song in the months following my fathers death, when I felt this sense of loss, disappearance, of being right in the middle of life and wondering: What now? How to proceed?

I reflected that for all the people you lost touch with or couldn't hold on to, life occasionally made up for it by giving you the right person at the right time.

As it turned out, Welcome was where I lost everything, and gained everything. Welcome was the place where my life was guided from one track to another, ending me to places I'd never thought of going.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

I'd rather lose her from my life, but know she was alive and well than lose her altogether to death.

It is like taking the sun out of the world, to bereave human life of friendship.

Life was a freight train barreling toward just one stop, our loved ones streaking past our windows in blurs of color and light. There was no holding on to any of it, and no slowing it down.

That's the story of life - when you start enjoying people, it's always too late.

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

death was the price of life.

A teacher is really invaluable. A teacher will instruct you in how to stabilize your energy field, increase it, and decrease the loss of energy in your life and how to be balanced, wise, and funny.

A war doesn't merely kill off a few thousand or a few hundred thousand young men. It kills off something in a people that can never be brought back. And if a people goes through enough wars, pretty soon all that's left is the brute, the creature that we—you and I and others like us—have brought up from the slime." Stoner

Una guerra no sólo mata a unos cuantos miles o a unos cuantos cientos de miles de jóvenes. Mata algo en la gente que no puede recuperarse nunca. Y si alguien pasa por suficientes guerras, pronto todo lo que queda es el bruto, la criatura que nosotros —usted y yo, y otros como nosotros— han sacado del fango».

Grief is a form of validation; it says the wound mattered. It mattered. You mattered. That's not the way life was supposed to go.

It was involuntary. They sank my boat.

What doth it profit a man if he gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his own soul?

Molto ho scordato, Camilla, sulle ali del vento, E ho gettato rose, rose in tumulto tra la folla Danzando per scacciare dalla mente i tuoi pallidi gigli perduti, Ma ero svuotato e triste per l'antica passione, Sì, di continuo, perché la danza era lunga; Ti sono stato fedele, Camilla, a modo mio Arturo Bandini

Ama o ölüyor." "Kim ölmüyor ki?

I had thought of many things since knowing her, but never her death. For all her years, she nourished a love in me. Now it was gone. Now that she was dead I could think of her no longer. I had sobbed and whimpered and wept until it was all gone, all of it, and as always I found myself alone in the world.

Some 2,500 of Washington's Continentals perished that winter, roughly one in five of those who had entered Valley Forge just before Christmas. (In contrast, one in thirty American soldiers died in combat in the Battle of the Bulge, one of the nation's costliest engagements in World War II.)

He could bear the dying, but not the disappointment.

Got to keep losing horses," he said drowsily. "Bad habit.

He had lost control over his own body, he realized dully.