Quotes About Loss

To mourn a lost love: better, longer than love's pretence.

Oh my grief, I've lost him surely. I've lost the only Playboy of the Western World.

They're all gone now, and there isn't anything more the sea can do to me.

Time, the subtle thief of youth

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor;So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed;And yet anon repairs his drooping head,And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled oreFlames in the forehead of the morning sky.So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves.

Her rash hand in evil hourForth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat:Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat,Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woeThat all was lost.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year.

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruitOf that forbidden tree whose mortal tasteBrought death into the world, and all our woe,With loss of Eden.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Methought I saw my late espoused saintBrought to me like Alcestis from the grave.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

When you steal a people's language, you leave their soul bewildered.

And when the work of grieving is done, The wound of loss will heal And you will have learned To wean your eyes From that gap in the air And be able to enter the hearth In your soul where your loved one Has awaited your return All the time.

Girls fitted easily into their own and your own picture of someone dying of unrequited love. If they slipped out of it before you were ready, that was all right too; their slipping out frequently was the necessary reminder that an affair had run its course. It also was the necessary reminder that the realist in a woman, the good appraiser, makes her want to take a loss and get out before she is—for the purposes of the analogy—ruined.

Alison's mummy and I took one look at each other, and from then on the age of chivalry was dead.

Anyone who's never watched somebody die is suffering from a pretty bad case of virginity. For twelve months, I watched my father dying - when I was ten years old.

Satan's purpose is to take from you what God has given you.

When absorbing the sadness of the loss, we must concentrate on bad guys to demonize, or black holes of sympathy in which we get to play the cosmic victim of terrible circumstances. Demonizing and victimizing are the sources of those stories in which we can get so woefully stuck

Occasionally weep deeply over the life you hoped would be. Grieve the losses. Then wash your face. Trust God. And embrace the life you have.

The call of Christ is a call to live a life of sacrifice and loss and suffering--a life that would be foolish to live if there were no resurrection from the dead.

No one ever said that they learned their deepest lessons of life, or had their sweetest encounters with God, on the sunny days. People go deep with God when the drought comes. That is the way God designed it. Christ aims to be magnified in life most clearly by the way we experience him in our losses.