Quotes About Loss

You never know how much time you have with someone.

Time destroys everything.

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.

Sacrifice does not mean that, by giving, we lose something. We sacrifice our limited self to our highest and largest Self, and at that time we immediately become the largest and the highest Self.

I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

There is a longing for a return to a time without the need for choices, free of the regret at the inevitable loss that all choice (however wonderful) has entailed.

I have tons of sunglasses. My husband won't let me buy another pair because I lose them all the time.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

When my father passed away two or three years ago, I didnt listen to music for four days - thats a long time for me.

Perhaps that's how I should think of them, Polly thought, the troupe and Miss Snelgrove and Trot. And Sir Godfrey. Not as lost to her, but as removed to this moment in time for safekeeping.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deep roots buried in the earth she told me the old stories how time never mattered when she died they gave me her clock

Time is truly the great enemy. It's not the great healer, it's the great stealer.

Starving's not pleasant...I know for I've starved, but I'm not afraid of that. I am afraid of facing life without the slow beauty of our old world that is gone.

angles from their former lofty positions in the sky. Their absence made everything look different, like a fresh haircut exposing a band of untanned skin on a forehead. Even from deep inside the kitchen, Luke could tell the trees were missing because everything was brighter, more open. Scarier.

It was hard having a dead hero for a best friend.

They were Amy and Dan Cahill's parents, people who had died in an accidental fire years ago. Or maybe not so accidental.

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.

Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter how deep the darkness, hope lives.

Tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. It had fallen facedown, his dagger buried underneath. "I'll get it for you," Tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over. "No." Tas made a face. "I don't want it back. You can never get rid of the smell, you know.

We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.