Quotes About Loss

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

From those great eyesThe soul has fled:When faith is lost, when honor dies,The man is dead!

Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been.

The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

Canterbury, despoiled of her goods

She kept her eyes on Channing when she could; saw the wounded blankness of all who are ruined young.

This man knocked on the wrong door." A perfect silence, Hunt's heart swelling with respect. "This man died looking for his daughter.

bereft. I leave this letter in hopes you'll discover it when you

I wondered if there was any of that boy left in me, or had the cancer, indeed, eaten him all away?

The silence inside was familiar from all the years of mourning, a large house with parts of its soul carved away.

their faces were wholly burned, their eyesockets were hollow, the fluid from their melted eyes had run down their cheeks.

A YEAR after the bomb was dropped, Miss Sasaki was a cripple; Mrs. Nakamura was destitute; Father Kleinsorge was back in the hospital; Dr. Sasaki was not capable of the work he once could do; Dr. Fujii had lost the thirty-room hospital it took him many years to acquire, and had no prospects of rebuilding it; Mr. Tanimoto's church had been ruined and he no longer had his exceptional vitality. The lives of these six people, who were among the luckiest in Hiroshima, would never be the same.

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,As sages in all times assert;The happy man's without a shirt.

When the steed is stolen, shut the stable door.