Quotes About Loss

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.

I felt that I was finally facing a fundamental fact of life: that everything is transient and loss is inevitable; that is just the way it is. Since most of the time I try to ignore this immutable fact, finally embracing it bore the sweetness of embracing Truth. And embracing that truth, painful as it is, can make me feel more authentically alive.

you know, when my father died, I spent alot of time thinking I wasn't a great son. like, maybe I could've listened more, or spend more time together. I felt so guilty, he did everything for me, and I did nothing for him. then, one day, I realized I did the greatest think before he died. I held his hand, and said goodbye.

My own experience is that when I've lost something it was irreplaceable, it's usually replaced with something much better. The key to change is having faith that when we get rid of the old, something or someone even more magnificent will take its place.

At night, I think about these things. I'm pleased with what I know, but now I think much more about everything I could have known, which was so much more than anything I can learn now and which now is gone forever.

There are many ways to lose your relatives, I thought; war is only one of them.

Something in her had been broken... The ones who were killed were not the only ones who'd been lost.

The last soldier killed, Specialist David E. Hickman of the Second Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry, died in an IED strike in Baghdad on November 14, 2011.

Specialist David E. Hickman of the Second Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry, died in an IED strike in Baghdad on November 14, 2011.

Je pense encore au cordonnier de P., mort de n'avoir pas trouvé repreneur à sa cordonnerie. "Alors ma vie ne vaut rien?" C'est ce qu'il ne cessait de répéter. Personne ne voulait racheter sa raison d'être. "Tout ça pour rien?" Il en est mort de chagrin.

I had one relative who passed away but fortunately none others. So my sort of experience of it is quite limited, thankfully.

Within a month, five hundred Jews had chosen to kill themselves rather than face another day of torment, including a family of four who lived next door to the Kleins. "They shot themselves, one at a time," Klein said. "I lay in my bed and listened to the whole thing. A shot, followed by sobs. Another shot, more sobs. After the fourth shot, there was no one left to cry, no one but me.

She helped Shamron into his jacket and kissed his cheek. There was simple ritual in this act. How many times had he separated from his wife after hearing that Jews had been killed by a bomb? He had lost count long ago. He had resigned himself, late in life, that it would never end.

SI is Samuel Isakowitz, my father." Isherwood's voice choked with tears. "This painting was taken from my father's gallery on the rue de la Boétie in Paris by the Nazis in June of 1940." "You're certain?" Anna asked. "I'd stake my life on it." "Then please accept it, along with the deepest apologies of the Rolfe family." Then she kissed his cheek and said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Isherwood.

Miss Herzfeld kept walking. And she never looked back. Not once. And she never saw her family again. Within three weeks, they were dead. But not Miss Herzfeld. She was alive because she had blonde hair. And her sister had been turned to ashes because hers was dark.

It was stolen from the Jews on the way to the gas chambers, and I want it back.

We mourn the dead and keep them in our hearts. But we live our lives.

Que un hijo muera antes que su padre. Revierte el orden natural de las cosas. —Arrojó su cigarrillo al fuego—. Uno no puede llorar como es debido.

A terrible thing, isn't it?" "What's that, Ari?" "For the child to die before the parent. It upends the natural order of things.

For the child to die before the parent. It upends the natural order of things . One can't grieve properly. One can only think of vengeance. - Ari Shamron I

What is it you say now, what peace is there to be made in the last minutes of the last day that will mark the before and after of your life until then, the day that will change everything for both of you, the living and the dead?

So much death and no coffee to be had.

Violence had lost the personal touch, the pride had gone out of self-preservation, and mere chickenshit possibilities of improved technology replaced it.

I'd never met him, so I never missed him.