Quotes About Loss

We and the trees and the way Back from the fields of play Lasted as long as we could. No more walks in the wood.

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.

In increments both measurable and not, our childhood is stolen from us -- not always in one momentous event but often in a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us

The pain comes from more than the facts of circumstance, or the deeds of others. It comes from within. From understanding what we lost. It comes from knowing how foolish we were - vain, arrogant children - when we thought ourselves happy. It comes from knowing how fragile and doomed the old ways were, just when we thought them and ourselves, secure!. The pain comes from knowing we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again.

Losing innocence. Remembering Heaven. That was the essence of Hell

consumption that had accounted for his father, his elder brother and his bastard son, and which was soon to carry off his legitimate son, King Edward VI.

It was a difficult day. Disorienting. What is it they say? Death, divorce, and moving are the three most stressful events for your heart. And your psyche, too, I'll wager.

Hizo envolver el ramo con una cinta de raso negro y adjuntó una tarjeta que rezaba sólo: Todavía pienso en ti. Doctor S. Se había convertido en un hombre de muchas menos palabras, admitió para sí.

La identidad es un capa de experiencia pero le parecía que quedaba muy poco de lo que había creído ser. Lo único que le quedaba era su infancia. Si vida adulta estaba destrozada.

La muerte es el gran juego en el que participa todo el mundo y en el que todo el mundo pierde en el silbido final. Pero el asesinato es ligeramente distinto porque es más parecido a ese momento dentro del partido cuando se decide el resultado. Nos sentamos en las gradas, sin saber cuándo se producirá ese momento preciso.

Todavía pienso en ti. Doctor S.

And they are gone: aye, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the storm.

How many of those bastards lost people on D-day? Politicians start wars but they don't fight them. They cause the trouble and sign the forms and hide when the bombers come. How many of them suffered like I did? Answer me that.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Gene, on the desire to be Finny: "I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of Phineas.

sitheless adj. feeling wistful upon brushing past a person you once shared a life with-noticing the same touch on the arm, seeing the same smile, hearing the same laugh you used to adore-suddenly all too aware that it's no longer for you, and lo longer carries the meaning it once did.

appriesse n. the feeling of loss that you never had the chance to meet a certain person before they died, which compels you to try to get to know them anyway, gathering snapshots and stories to build out a sketch of who they were, learning them like a character in a novel, which makes them feel all the more alive even though you've already skipped ahead and read the last page.

amentalio n. the sadness of realizing that you're already forgetting sense memories of the departed-already struggling to hear their voice, picture the exact shade of their eyes, or call to mind little gestures you once knew by heart.

looseleft adj. feeling a sense of loss upon finishing a good book, sensing the weight of the back cover locking away the lives of characters you've gotten to know so well.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families. The great flaw in the

Others were simply possessed by a feeling that they had made a catastrophic mistake. They had made an irreversible error in coming to England, and their lives would never recover - their lives would never again be their lives, but the story of this huge mistake that they had made.