Quotes About Loss

Tarik was dead. Lumeo was dead. An

To be a follower of the Crucified means, sooner or later, a personal encounter with the cross. And the cross always entails loss. The great symbol of Christianity means sacrifice and no one who calls himself a Christian can evade this stark fact.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.

The most beautiful people I've known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.

You must live for the living, and not for the dead. Was it wrong to remember Alec with a smile because she had known and loved him, instead of with pain because she had lost him?

forgive me If you are not living if you, my beloved, my love if you have died, all the leaves will fall on my breast it will rain upon my soul night and day the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow my feet will want to march toward where you sleep, but I shall go on living . . .

Having as yet never lost anything, she didn't value anything.

I studied the photo of the boy, the one who had died six years ago, and wished I were dead. Dead people didn't have to do homework.

Any money we've lost is operational expense; any investment that we can sell is inventory.

of every Perfection to endear him to a Wife's Affections. — But, notwithstanding, I look on myself as the most unhappy of my Sex in out-living him, I must so far obey the Dictates of my Discretion, as

She had Discernment to forsee, and avoid all those Ills which might attend the Loss of her Reputation, but was wholly blind to those of the Ruin of her Virtue; and having managed her Affairs so as to secure the one, grew perfectly easy with the Remembrance, she had forfeited the other.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

The story seems to begin with catastrophe but in fact began earlier and is not a tragedy but rather a love story. Perhaps tragedies are only tragedies in the presence of love, which confers meaning to loss. Loss is not felt in the absence of love.

Loss is not felt in the absence of love.

To live in memory and in dreams is a cruel comfort.

For loss is our common denominator. None of us will escape it. None of us will outrun death. What do we do in the space between that is our lives? What is the quality and richness of our lives? How do we move through struggle and let community hold us when we have been laid low? This

Named softly as the household name of one whom God had taken.

The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours of the day With hourly love, is dimmed away And yet my days go on, go on.

Whatever's lost, it first was won; We will not struggle nor impugn. Perhaps the cup was broken here, That Heaven's new wine might show more clear. I praise Thee while my days go on.

The heart which, like a staff, was one For mine to lean and rest upon, The strongest on the longest day With steadfast love, is caught away, And yet my days go on, go on. And cold before my summer's done, And deaf in Nature's general tune, And fallen too low for special fear, And here, with hope no longer here, While the tears drop, my days go on.

Whatever's lost, it first was won.

For tis not in mere death that men die most.