Quotes About Loss

Ainsi cependant vous avez pu vivre cet amour de la seule façon qui puisse se faire pour vous, en le perdant avant qu'il soit advenu.

Son corps de fille, sa plaie, sa calamité bienheureuse, il crie, il appelle le paradis perdu de son unité, il appelle sans cesse, désormais, qu'on le console, il n'est entier que dans un lit d'hôtel.

Hiroshima, Mon Amour

The deconstruction of belief. Piece by piece. The only way to manage loss is to withdraw, thought by thought, giving the retreat a framework and a purpose. A set of rites. A clear recessional. Leaving the sanctuary intact.

We lose track of everything, and of everyone, even ourselves. The facts of my father's life are less known to me than those of the life of Hadrian. My own existence, if I had to write of it, would be reconstructed by me from externals, laboriously, as if it were the life of someone else: I should have to turn to letters, and to the recollections of others, in order to clarify such uncertain memories. What is ever left but crumbled walls, or masses of shade?

La mémoire de la plupart des hommes est un cimetière abandonné, où gisent sans honneurs des morts qu'ils ont cessé de chérir. Toute douleur prolongée insulte à leur oubli.

Il segreto più profondo di Olimpia è racchiuso in quest'unica nota cristallina: lottare è un gioco, vivere è un gioco, morire è un gioco; profitti e perdite non sono che distinzioni passeggere, ma il gioco pretende tutte le nostre forze, e la sorte accetta, come posta, unicamente i nostri cuori.

Cercai di percorrere col pensiero la rivoluzione attraverso la quale passeremo tutti, il cuore che s'arresta, il cervello che rinuncia al pensiero, i polmoni che cessano di aspirare la vita. Anch'io subirò uno sconvolgimento analogo: morirò, un giorno. Ma ogni agonia è diversa; i miei sforzi per figurarmi quella di Antinoo non pervenivano che a una costruzione priva di valore: era morto solo.

aveva dovuto credersi amato ben poco per non sentire che perderlo sarebbe stato per me il peggiore dei mali.

Sometimes, after long intervals, I have thought to feel the slight stir of an approach, a touch as light as the contact of eyelashes and warm as the hollow of a hand. And the shade of Patroclus appears at Achilles' side..

H]umilié par la vie, qui l'un après l'autre avait soufflé ses rêves, [Don Ruggero] mettait la démence entre sa défaite et lui.

Si había esperado protegerme mediante su sacrificio, debió pensar que yo lo amaba muy poco para no darse cuenta de que el peor de los males era el de perderlo.

Le renoncement au cheval est un sacrifice plus pénible encore : un fauve n'est qu'un adversaire, mais un cheval était un ami. Si on m'avait laissé le choix de ma condition

Iubitorul de flori va primi de la mine doar zadarnice jerbe funerare.

Sentía que en torno a mí empezaban a ofuscarse frente a un dolor tan prolongado; su violencia causaba mayor escándalo que su causa. Si me hubiera abandonado a las mismas lamentaciones por la muerte de un hermano o de un hijo, lo mismo me hubieran reprochado que llorara como una mujer. La memoria de la mayoría de los hombres es un cementerio abandonado donde yacen los muertos que aquéllos han dejado de honrar y de querer. Todo dolor prolongado es un insulto a ese olvido.

De herinnering van de meeste mensen is een verlaten kerkhof, waar de doden die ze hebben opgehouden lief te hebben eerloos terneerliggen. Elk langdurig verdriet is een aanklacht tegen hun vergetelheid.

If you lose someone, you feel a loss, then after a while you fill in the hole in your life and the loss gradually gets smaller and smaller and eventually goes away. There's a point to the pain. There's a reason and a direction.

Adulthood, for all its opportunities, meant the simultaneous accumulation of loss.

No one can resurrect love once it has breathed its last.

The thing about personal growth, I've discovered, is that you rarely get any choice in it. It only ever happens as a side-effect of some loss or trauma.

A thought struck me: maybe I wouldn't ever be the real me again. Because the only thing that would snap things back to the way they were, would be if he had't died.

Accepting all that is given to me and all that is taken away. Recognizing that even loss and pain are gifts.

I mean, I knew he'd died but I'd never believed it was permanent

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere. All his opinions and thoughts and memories and hopes and feelings, all the things that were unique to him, that made him a one-off human being—they couldn't be just gone.