Quotes About Loss

The worst thing that can happen to a man is to lose his money, the next worst his health, the next worst his reputation.

Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.

There are orphanages," he exclaimed to himself, "for children who have lost their parents--oh! why, why, why, are there no harbours of refuge for grown men who have not yet lost them?

Nu mai avea nimic de pierdut: bani, rude, reputaÈ›ie, toate disp?ruser? pentru mult? vreme, dac? nu pentru totdeauna. Dar împreun? cu ele îÈ™i mai luase zborul înc? ceva. M? refer la teama de ceea ce ar fi putut s?-i fac? oamenii.

There are orphanages," he exclaimed to himself, "for children who have lost their parents — oh! why, why, why, are there no harbours of refuge for grown men who have not yet lost them?" And

I'm a suicide. I walked right spang over the edge of life and disappeared. Splash! Bubble-bubble! There goes nothing.

Grief is a species of idleness.

Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates

A gentleman who had been very unhappy in marriage, married immediately after his wife died: Johnson said, it was the triumph of hope over experience.

I am always sorry when any language is lost, because languages are the pedigrees of nations.

Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

neighbour of ours, Mr. Hollworthy, a very able man, is also dead by a fall in the country from his horse, his foot hanging in the stirrup, and his brains beat out.

He showed me a black boy that he had, that died of a consumption, and being dead, he caused him to be dried in an oven, and lies there entire in a box.

But she…I…" The emptiness of his thefted recollections was real as any love loss. The rifled wallet seemed trivial. Tears banked his eyes. "But she was—" Confusion snarled the sentence's end. "What was she, friend?" Calli asked. "She…was." That was the sad entirety.

What does it … feel like, to have lost an entire world?' 'Lonely.' Rat raised his many-ringed hand to rub at his neck under his broad jaw. 'But the loneliness comes from the question.

I had a mother, I had a father. Now I don't remember their names. I don't remember mine. In another room, two people are sleeping who are nearer to me by how many years and thousands of miles; for whom, in this terrifying light, I would almost admit love.

He cutteth off your love to the creature, that ye might learn that God only is the right owner of your love, sorrow, loss, sadness, death or the worst things that are, except sin:

In all their afflictions He was afflicted." Then Christ bore the first stroke of this cross: it rebounded off Him upon you, and ye got it at the second hand, and He and ye are halvers in it. And I shall believe for my part, He mindeth to distil heaven out of this loss, and all others the like; for wisdom devised it, and love laid it on, and Christ owneth it as His own, and putteth your shoulder only beneath a piece of it.

Lost wealth may be replaced by industry, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine, but lost time is gone forever.

Don't cry over a lost friend. And remember, that person lost a friend too.

The Queen has been guillotined, accused of crimes beyond imagining. Last night she appeared to me in a dream, handing me her head.

I lowered myself into an armchair. I was enveloped in a cloud of dust. All that remained of my life was in my lap. I sat for a time thus, as still as the mute objects that surrounded me. How little it all meant, in the end.

Part of dealing with the sense of being cut off - for both the one dying and the one bereaved - is acknowledging that though a vital part of life has changed dramatically, all relationships (with friends, even with you, perhaps) have not.

Trauma silences a person. It shatters your identity, and along with it, much of what you thought you knew.