Quotes About Loss

The dirty beetles had perished, and their paper armor drifted in the streets.

And both of them are crying then, caught again in the surprise of their grief. After a year of mourning, they know they will not die of it, but neither expects it to go away. Maybe neither of them would want it to go, because then what would be left?

How much we take the Omnissiah's gifts for granted, he thought ruefully, until we no longer have them.

It's only after people die that we realise how much we love them. We must wait until then to show him how much he means to us all.

y supo que si alguna vez había sido feliz fue al precio de una noche como esta en la que la vida terminaba...

Lo más intrigante de las tragedias es el modo en que las olvidamos

Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights the dark earth offers, but I say it's what- ever you love best. . . . . But that reminds me: now my Anactória is gone, and I'd rather see her lovely step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and glittering armor.

Reminded me of Anaktoria, who is gone. I would rather see her lovely step and the motion of light on her face than chariots of Lydians or ranks of footsoldiers in arms.

reminding me now of Anaktoria gone. I would rather see her lovely step and the radiant sparkle of her face than all the war chariots in Lydia

Virginity, virginity, where have you gone, leaving me abandoned? No longer will I come to you. No longer will I come.

If one has lost one's berries, one is likely to lose one's robins too.

The more that is taken away, the more clearly will thou see what is left behind.

She wasn't healing, that was the wrong word. She was coming to terms with loss.

Young children bump heads and sprain limbs and weep over lost toys, but the heartbreak of a grown child draws blood.

What an odd idea, really, to know that someone so very necessary in your life was lost to you and couldn't be called back.

She would miss him for the rest of her life.

Everything that was his was now no one's; everything he'd seen and felt and knew was now gone.

I didn't tell her I'd been there. I didn't tell her I was still there. I didn't tell her: I hate myself that much every day. I didn't tell her: the only thing that saved me is gone and never coming back. I didn't tell her: I will be there again, and I will be there so often I will come to believe it's my natural habitat.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

What a pity he let the substance go for the shadow.

It hung between grief and yearning, and it welled from a deep ache for something that Pax could never divine.

Standing fur-to-fur, five foxes wailed, and the call sang of the absence that was theirs alone and of all the losses in the world. And it sang of the joy that remained.

It's easy to get lost in the history here—the beautiful art, the ability to walk around a first century city—and forget that thousands of people died here…in hours," Zoe said, glancing into the distance where Mt. Vesuvius was clearly visible, dark against the blue sky.

I understood we used to be close. But they were like books i'd read two summer ago; I knew I'd liked them, but I couldn't tell you now what they'd been about.