Quotes About Loss

all over the world...the past was being wiped out by condominiums.

They were talking about things that didn't matter a fig, not with the huge yawning grief burning a hole in his chest because of what had happened to her. To Josie. His Josie, now.

I very much regret to tell you that our piglet will not be able to attend, as he made good his escape while we were otherwise occupied.

He woke from a dream in which Edith raised her arms to him, the liquid gold of her hair tumbling almost to her waist. 'Ah, darling,' he had been telling her, 'I am looped in the loops of your hair.' Had he said that aloud? He would never do something so imbecilic. He really had lost his mind.

I don't know why you're crying, Count. I lost closer friends than you when I was deloused!

Doesn't he kill himself at that point?

But Draven did love you,' Annabel protested. 'He told you so as he died. Don't diminish his love, now that he's not here to repeat it to you.

I do not diminish his love for me,' Imogen said. 'I would never do that. I know precisely how much he loved me: as much as he was capable of loving any woman, probably. He loved me somewhat...after his stables, perhaps more than his mother.' 'Oh, Imogen,' Annabel said. 'Why dwell on such a-' 'Grief is like that!' Imogen snapped. 'You can only fool yourself so far.

Until, one day, she'd just . . . stopped. Not because the pain of losing him and the dream she'd carried for them had died, but because she'd learned that it was all right to live with pain and to use it. And in that, she'd found peace.

By all accounts Rafe's life had been shattered by the loss of his brother Peter. But whereas she turned away from drink when Draven died, Rafe had simply upended a barrel of brandy on his head and hadn't taken that hat off since.

Esto, después de todo, no ha hecho más que terminar. Dentro de poco, si hay suerte, estaremos todos perdidos.

I have whispered to you in the perfume of a rose; But the flower soon faded and was like me forgotten.

Senti. Non mi va di vedere Procida mentre s'allontana, e si confonde, diventa come una cosa grigia...Preferisco fingere che non sia esistita. Perciò, fino al momento che non se ne vede più niente, sarà meglio ch'io non guardi là.

In the end, of the one thousand fifty-six who had left, in a body, from the Tiburtina station, a total of fifteen came back alive. And of those dead, the luckiest were surely the first eight hundred and fifty. The gas chamber is the only seat of charity, in a concentration camp.

Mas a lista das perdas era também uma lista de compras. Não eram as histórias e as palavras e as músicas o que eu havia perdido. Eu havia perdido essa minha identidade que formulava, sem cessar, histórias, palavras e músicas a seu próprio respeito. Eu tinha ficado menor, menos interessante. E precisava comprar um olhar com que eu pudesse olhar o mundo, uma voz com que eu pudesse, frágil e firme, falar de mim. Não contar histórias, menos do que isso. Só falar.

I took my better nature out, drowned it in a babbling stream/took the blossom of my youth and blew it all to smithereens.

It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate.

There was no way to go back. Time and the wrecking ball have taken care of the rest.

Well since my baby left meWell I found a new place to dwellWell it's down at the end of lonely streetAt Heartbreak Hotel.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

Din tot ce-ai fost, nu mai ramîne decît o adiere patetica.

Great joys,why do they bring us sadness? Because there remains from these excesses only a feeling of irrevocable loss and desertion which reaches a high degree of negative intensity. At such moments, instead of a gain, one keenly feels loss. sadness accompanies all those events in which life expends itself. its intensity is equal to its loss. Thus death causes the greatest sadness.

Dup? ce am condus-o pe S. la gar?, deprimare vecin? cu sinuciderea. Vid, vid, vid!