Quotes About Loss

This is Electra. Brilliant no more.

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

Home you'll come, in tears, cut off from the sight of it all, the brilliant rites unfinished.

That all our gathered spoil was reaved and slaughtered, Flocks, herds, and herdmen, by some human hand

Upon that foreign soil he chose Died he! For ever laid Low, in the kindly shade, He left behind no tearless grief, No measured mourning, dull and brief, These eyes are wet With weeping yet, Nor know I how to find relief. Antigone

For dullards know not goodness in their hand, Nor prize the jewel till 'tis cast away.

all the griefs in the world that you can name, all are theirs forever.

Yours is a grief that can't be quenched.

Not the shape of one I loved. The ashes of a ghost.

Life's bloomy flush was lost.

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again

One of my hardest parts of my job is to console the family members who have lost their life.

1992 was the worst year of my life, to watch my dad lose. It was a painful experience. Yet when I became president, it was so much easier to be president.

Far worse it is, To lose than never to have tasted bliss.

Too much of our lives corresponds to the 'lost-wallet' theory of life. You lose something, spend a long time finding it, and then feel grateful to be back where you started.

This is a tragic world we live in.

I lived with my mother all my life until she died, and I don't really think I knew her, because I was always using her as my mother, if you know what I mean.

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

When you're dead, it robs life of many of it's pleasures

The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.

In early 1993, when I was 12, I was separated from my family as the Sierra Leone civil war, which began two years earlier, came into my life.

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.