Quotes About Loss

He was acting typically human, the half-elf thought. Refusing that which was in easy reach, only to cry for it when it was gone.

mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Be at ease, warrior," she said. "The deer fulfills his purpose in life by providing sustenance for the hunter—be it wolf or man. We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

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 - Tanis Half-elven

Die now! For you can never be as happy as you are at this moment and it would be better to die with this feeling in your heart than know the bitterness of its loss.

Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.

Soon you give up, don't look for her anymore, either in the town or at night or in the daytime. Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

Muy pronto en mi vida fue demasiado tarde.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard. A dix-huit ans il était déjà trop tard. Entre dix-huit ans et vingt-cinq ans mon visage est parti dans une direction imprévue. A dix-huit ans j'ai vieilli.

Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I'm waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I'll never know.

You tell yourself it would be best for her to die. You tell yourself that if now, at this hour of the night, she died, it would be easier. For you, you probably mean, but you don't finish the sentence.

I answered that what I wanted more than anything else in the world was to write, nothing else but that, nothing. Jealous. She's jealous. No answer, just a quick glance immediately averted, a slight shrug, unforgettable. I'll be the first to leave. There are still a few years to wait before she loses me, loses this one of her children. For the sons there's nothing to fear. But this one, she knows, one day she'll go, she'll manage to escape.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened." ? Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death

And the girl started up as if to go and kill herself in her turn, throw herself in her turn into the sea, and afterwards she wept because she thought of the man from Cholon and suddenly she wasn't sure she hadn't loved him with a love she hadn't seen because it had lost itself in the affair like water in sand and she rediscovered it only now, through this moment of music flung across the sea.

And it really was unto death. It has been unto death.

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde

Y.A.: Et après la mort, qu'est-ce qui reste? M.D.: Rien. Que les vivents qui se sourient, qui se souviennent.

On aurait dit qu'il aimait cette douleur, qu'il l'aimait comme il m'avait aimée, très fort, jusqu'à mourir peut-être, et que maintenant il l'a préférait à moi. 

Peste câÈ›iva ani, când te voi fi uitat si când, prin forÈ›a obiÈ™nuinÈ›ei, se vor mai petrece alte întâmpl?ri ca aceasta, îmi voi aminti de tine ca de uitarea dragostei înseÈ™i. M? voi gândi la povestea asta ca la oroarea uit?rii. O È™tiu deja - Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima dragostea mea.

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde. Ahora ya no les quiero. No sé si los quise. Los abandoné. Ya no guardo en mi mente el perfume de su piel ni en mis ojos el color de sus ojos. Ya no me acuerdo de la voz, salvo a veces la de la dulzura con la fatiga de la noche. Ya no oigo la risa, ni la risa ni los gritos. Se acabó, ya no lo recuerdo. [...] se ha convertido en escritura corriente.

the mysterious death of lovers without love.

y no estaba segura, de repente, de no haberle amado con un amor que le hubiera pasado inadvertido por haberse perdido en la historia como el agua en la arena y que lo reconocía sólo ahora en este instante de la música lanzada a través del mar.

Muito cedo foi tarde demais em minha vida.