Quotes About Loss

It's hard to say you miss someone who you never really knew

CAN YOU SEE? The first... Tear once I found out that you left without a goodbye? The first... Drizzle of rain drowning all my hope? The first... And last heart of mine break in two? The first... Moment we met?

There is a broken song that plays over in my head each time I hear someone say his name.

Your not gone yet, but I can feel you slipping, slipping away.

I can't cry..not yet. I can't say goodbye..not yet. I can't lose you..not yet.

Shhh." He put a finger to her lips. "Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace)

We lost the American colonies because we lacked the statesmanship to know the right time and the manner of yielding what is impossible to keep.

Das war alles Teil ihrer Unfähigkeit, dieses 'für immer' zu begreifen. Sie konnte sich durchaus vorstellen, dass jemand fort war, das Schwierige war, zu erfassen, dass diese Person niemals wiederkehren würde.

Time does not heal, It makes a half-stiched scar That can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour

People have suggested that I have survivor's guilt. I reject that. We all should be alive. What I have is profound sadness and anger that some worthless dirtbag can come along and take away a family's bright and shining light, leaving a gaping hole that is never to be filled.

Everything vanishes someday! If love were to arrive, the knowledge that someday it would leave would be devastating. Everyone dies. Life changes us. Experiences and circumstances change us!

I guess I should have said that you're a tragic loss because your brains were yours and yours alone. You were the one who could pull the sword out of the stone. And you gave it all up.

Surely it's better to be human and live with grief, than outgrow your humanity and learn to raise the dead too late to raise your own.

Something terrible had happened in his life to send him back to her looking for revenge. He believed she had been unlucky for him and was to be blamed for some calamity, some failure or loss. But he didn't want to tell her about it; he just wanted her to suffer and be reduced, in his imagination and her own. There was no point in understanding any of this if she couldn't see a way through it.

Of the many species that have existed on earth--estimates run as high as fifty billion--more than ninety-nine per cent have disappeared. In the light of this, it is sometimes joked that all of life today amounts to little more than a rounding error. more than a rounding error.

If we assume, very conservatively, that there are two million species in the tropical rainforests, this means that something like five thousand species are being lost each year. This comes to roughly fourteen species a day, or one every hundred minutes.

During a mass extinction, vast swathes of the tree are cut short, as if attacked by crazed, axe-wielding madmen.

Such is the pain the loss of a single species causes

Birds were also hard-hit; perhaps three-quarters of all bird families, perhaps more, went extinct.

ninety percent of all species on earth had been eliminated.

His interest, after all, was not in the origin of species but in their demise.

It is estimated that one-third of all reef-building corals, a third of all freshwater mollusks, a third of sharks and rays, a quarter of all mammals, a fifth of all reptiles, and a sixth of all birds are headed toward oblivion.

Grief is the proof of our love, a demonstration of how deeply we have allowed another to touch us.

Some people realize that what must burn in the fire is their fear—fear of their own power, fear of change, fear of loss, fear of others. Some people name an inability to feel, a crippling cynicism, a sense of shame, a stance of anger. I