Quotes About Loss

They are fools that fear to lose their wealth by giving, but fear not to lose themselves by keeping it.

in World War I, Canada lost 60,000 young men, from a total population of 7 million. If the United States had lost a similar ratio in Vietnam, it wouldn't have lost 58,000 men but 1.7 million—or almost thirty times more.

Did you rejoice for the one you saved, or weep for the one you lost? She could not do both, so she wept.

She had aged five years since Cirocco last saw her. She was a thin, hollow-eyed ghost with hands that shook constantly. She looked incomplete, as if half of her had been hacked away.

This had happened before. She had remembered, only to see it all slip away. She had been insane, many times.

We've been a universal power for so long, I struggle to accept a reality where we are not. Humanity lost a lot more than a planet and a bunch of ships. We lost our standing, our reputation, our strength in the eyes of the others.

A lot of guys make mistakes, I guess, but every one we make, a whole stack of chips goes with it. We make a mistake, and some guy don't walk away - forevermore, he don't walk away

Ferdinand: Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young.Bosola: I think not so; her infelicitySeemed to have years too many.

Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle. She died young - Duchess. Act 4, Sc.2.

Affliction is not misery. Misery is the abasement of spirit which comes from the loss of God and good.

None of us is exempt; all of us have to realize that religion always carries with it the danger that we will make God into the likeness of something on earth, and in doing so we will lose faith, and lose God. What

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

A litter was quickly formed, and Aubrey was laid by the side of her who had lately been to him the object of so many bright and fairy visions, now fallen with the flower of life that had died within her. He knew not what his thoughts were--his mind was benumbed and seemed to shun reflection, and take refuge in vacancy--he held almost unconsciously in his hand a naked dagger of a particular construction, which had been found in the hut.

But there is much that cannot go into books, and that is the loss with which I become increasingly concerned.

Mata algo en la gente, algo que no puede recobrarse

could think of his daughter only as a very small girl who had once sat beside him in a distant room and looked at him with solemn delight, as a lovely child who long ago had died.

war doesn't merely kill off a few thousand or a few hundred thousand young men. It kills off something in a people that can never be brought back. And if a people goes through enough wars, pretty soon all that's left is the brute, the creature that we—you and I and others like us—have brought up from the slime.

He felt his inadequacy to the goal he had so recklessly chosen and felt the attraction of the world he and abandoned. He grieved for his own loss...

A war doesn't merely kill off a few thousand or a few hundred thousand young men. It kills off something in a people that can never be brought back. And if a people goes through enough wars, pretty soon all that's left is the brute, the creature that we—you and I and others like us—have brought up from the slime.' He paused for a long moment; then he smiled slightly. 'The scholar should not be asked to destroy what he has signed his life to build.

Una guerra non solo uccide qualche migliaio, o qualche centinaio di migliaia di giovani. Uccide anche qualcosa dentro le persone, qualcosa che non si può più recuperare. E quando una persona attraversa molte guerre, ben presto si riduce come un bruto, come quella stessa creatura che noi - lei e io, e tutti quelli come noi - abbiamo sollevato dal fango.

He felt vaguely that he would be leaving something behind, something that might have been precious to him, had he been able to know what it was.

came to know that loss was the condition of our living. It is a knowledge that one cannot give to another.

I have come to understand Terentia, I believe. In her own way, she might have been wiser than any of us. I do not know what has become of her. What does become of people who slip quietly out of your life?

But there was a time when we were young - Marcus Agrippa was young too, - there was a time when we were friends, and knew that we would be friends for as long as we lived. Agrippa; Maecenas; myself; Salvidienus Rufus. Salvidienus is dead too, but he died long ago. Perhaps we all died then, when we were young.