Quotes About Loss

God had plans, but the reasons for those plans were too lofty to fathom in the weakness of his human mind. But his heart? His heart still ached at the loss he suffered. Was still suffering.

species went extinct.

Even the best national currency of the postwar period, the German mark, lost 71 percent of its value from January 1, 1949, through the end of June 1995. In the same period, the U.S. dollar lost 84 percent of its value.9 This inflation had the same effect as a tax on all who hold the currency.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?

Thomas hated the people who'd taken this poor, innocent kid form his family. He hated them with a passion he didn't know a human could feel. He wanted them dead, tortured, even. He wanted Chuck to be happy. But happiness had been ripped form their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

He shouted her name again, and in his mind he saw Chuck, falling to the ground, covered in blood, and Newt's bulging eyes. Three of the closest friends he'd ever had. And WICKED had taken them all away from him.

He still felt her absence; it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

You can't be serious." Thomas could only nod. Minho's shoulders slumped, and his eyes fell to the floor. "How did the world get so shucked?" The words barely came out, low and full of pain. "I'm sorry," Newt said, and there were tears streaming down his face. "I'm … I'm going to shoot if you don't go. Now.

His friend Chuck, stabbed in the chest, bleeding, dying as Thomas held him.

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

His joy dribbled away, turned into a deep mourning for the twenty people who'd lost their lives. Despite the alternative, despite knowing that if they hadn't tried to escape, all of them might've died, it still hurt, even though he hadn't known them very well. Such a display of death—how could it be considered a victory?

Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

it was like opening up that vast void within all over again. As if during the days since her disappearance a thick liquid had slowly seeped in and filled that chamber, only to have it all sucked out again when she came and went.

Newt closed his eyes and tried not to see Tommy in the darkness of his mind.

He'd killed Newt. He'd shot his own friend in the head.

But what about all those dead people we saw? Maybe they rescued us for real, got killed, and now we're screwed. Maybe we were supposed to do something, but now it's all been messed up and we've been left here to die.

Losing parts of your memory didn't make you an idiot.

Forgetting about you was the worst part." At first, Thomas thought it was another message in his head; he squeezed his fists against his ears.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. Thomas read it over and over, wishing the words would change. To think that his friend hat been so scared that he'd had the foresight to write those words made him sick to his stomach. And he remembered how angry Newt had been at Thomas specifically when they'd found him in the bowling alley. He'd just wanted to avoid the inevitable fate of becoming a Crank. And Thomas had failed him.

Michael literally couldn't remember the last time he had seen his parents.

Seni unutmak en kötü k?sm?yd?.

See ya tomorrow," he says. Which is true, and it hurts.