Quotes About Loss

I heard heart wrenching stories about fans who had tickets for the 1980 show in Montreal, the first concert that didn't happen, when my dad died. They'd be in tears. It was hard to deal with sometimes.

Everyone has to go to a funeral at some time and you need to be dark and sombre, and in a black tie.

Sometimes a team loses a Copa tie and suddenly the competition is downplayed. It's not a good excuse to say that the Copa has no merit.

Memory is this one attempt to not be erased by time. And I think that ties back to what I learned watching my grandmother lose her memories is, you know, we are all facing erasure eventually.

I realized, year of the tiger was 1974, which was the year my father passed away when I was a kid... My family, at that point, were Christian Scientists. So basically, this woman Mary Baker Eddy started this in the 1800s, and the premise is that you don't go to doctors. You believe that God is gonna heal you.

Pearls are for tears, Erik. Didn't you know?

I'm not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.

When you lose control of your body, you have just about lost all you have in this world.

To remember what they had lost and what they became, what had been torn apart and what had come together, the fugitives and refugees and multitudes in flight were called the Sisala, which means 'to come together, to become together, to weave together.

Do not measure your loss by itself; if you do, it will seem intolerable; but if you will take all human affairs into account you will find that some comfort is to be derived from them.

it talks to your corpse with gentle words.

Goodbye, Pinecone. You will always be in my heart.

quoniam egestas facile habetur sine damno.

Severe depression, put simply, is an overwhelming and unmanageable onslaught of every normal, human fear and difficult emotion. It is a loss of and lack of perspective and proportion.

The greatest danger, that of losing one's own self, may pass off quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, that of an arm, a leg, five dollars etc., is sure to be noticed. Søren Kierkegaard

It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn't understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same to me, both left holes. Holes in your heart holes in your life.

What more can anyone take from me?" said my father, his head bent down. "Everywhere I go I carry my hell with me.

If my soul was filled with anything, then it was dust and the ashes of possibilities.

What are you on?' said AJ. 'Leon's mum has died and you are determined to add to the total sum of misery by going out with the girlfriend of the nastiest piece of manhood that was ever assembled in the factory of life...

All these questions and many more besides only occurred to me much, much later when there was no one left to ask.

Great, huge sobs for herself, for her relatives, for the torment and shame of her past, for losses which could never be recovered.

I believe that photographs actually rob all of us of our memory.

You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.

The postmortem readjustment is one that many of us have had to make when our parents die. The parental door against which we have spent a lifetime pushing finally gives way, and we lurch forward, unprepared and disbelieving, into the rest of our lives.