Quotes About Loss

Fifty-five thousand casualties for five hundred yards' gain on the Champagne front in February 1915; 60,000 lost again that spring at the Battle of Saint-Mihiel; 120,000 in May at Arras. The next year brought the slaughter at Verdun stretching from February to June, with 315,000 total French casualties. Then came the French support for the British offensive along the Somme from July to November, in which another 200,000 were killed or wounded—all for little significant gain.

Verdriet kan zo vertrouwd worden dat het je houvast geeft, maar ik geef het je te doen om overeind te blijven wanneer je enige droom in één klap uitkomt.

Een mens wordt nu eenmaal meer bepaald door de liefde die hem is onthouden, dan door de liefde die hij kreeg.

Zolang wij onze dierbaren om ons heen hebben, houden wij van ze om alles wat ze uitzonderlijk maakt, maar zijn ze weg dan missen wij vooral hun dagelijks doen.

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

She had poisoned herself - in time.

All London was one grey temple of an awful rite, ring within ring of wizard stones circled about some central place, every circle was an initiation, every initiation eternal loss.

an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness-- the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

I will never possess my hand.

And think of me. It's worth the loss of the world. I'm lucky to see my suffering ended. Alas: my life was little more than a few mild madnesses.

When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react? There'll be a Bacchic accolade When they will have shot their wads! My stomach will surely contract If my sad heart they degrade! When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection.

Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

Ti manca ancora tua moglie?" chiese la vicepreside in ascensore. "Sì. Tyyne è morta di tumore tre anni fa. Il primo anno è stato il più difficile. Ho preso anche un cane, ma un cane non sostituisce una moglie, per quanto di razza.

Poor little corpses! It was too bad they were dead. He couldn't play with them. Even though they really stank. He couldn't stand the smell. They deserved to die for smelling so bad.

Amicizia..." Corso si guardò attorno, aspettando che qualcuno gli spiegasse la parola. "I bar e i cimiteri sono pieni di amici inseparabili.

Sólo dispongo de una vida, dijo. Un breve momento entre dos noches. Y el mundo es una aventura formidable que no estoy dispuesto a perderme.

Estoy convencida de que cada edificio, cada cuadro, cada libro antiguo que se destruye o se pierde, nos hace un poco más huérfanos. Nos empobrece.

Al divorciarnos de la naturaleza, los hombres hemos perdido la capacidad de consuelo frente al horror que acecha ahí afuera.

No faltan en otras naciones, don Hermes... Lo que pasa es que éstos duelen más porque son nuestros.

Pocas cosas hay tan trágicas en la vida como descubrir algo a destiempo