Quotes About Loss

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

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.

You asked me once,' said O'Brien, 'what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return

My poems are dead because I'm dead. You're dead. We're all dead. Dead people in a dead world.

He and we were a party of men walking together, seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding the same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap, one of us would be gone - one mind less, one world less.

La guerra es la guerra. El único ser humano bueno es el que ha muerto.»

Things will happen to you from which you could not recover, if you lived a thousand years. Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy, or integrity. You will be hollow.

Modern man is rather like a bisected wasp which goes on sucking jam and pretends that the loss of its abdomen does not matter

La guerra es la guerra. El único ser humano bueno es el que ha muerto.

she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return

It can safely be said that no one has touched more lives, more deeply, than Death. Through this devastating memoir, it is hoped he will touch many, many more.

We lost Klimmt, Schiele and Moll

Usurious rates of return are deceitful sirens that sing but to lure the unwary upon the rocks of loss and remorse.

Wealth that comes quickly goeth the same way.

I did think at first it was my own poor judgment that did cause me loss of many profitable trades. Later, I did credit it to my stubborn disposition.

J'ai peine à croire qu'en perdant ceux qu'on aime on conserve son âme entière.

All over now. He is either in joy or nothingness. (So why grieve? The worst of it, for him, is over.) Because I loved him so and am in the habit of loving him and that love must take the form of fussing and worry and doing.

When a child is lost there is no end to the self-torment a parent may inflict. When we love, and the object of our love is small, weak, and vulnerable, and has looked to us and us alone for protection; and when such protection, for whatever reason, has failed, what consolation (what justification, what defense) may there possibly be?

He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.

We have loved each other well, dear Willie, but now, for reasons we cannot understand, that bond has been broken. But our bond can never be broken. As long as I live, you will always be with me, child.

and finally, having lost what was to be lost, my torn and black heart rebels saying enough already, enough, this is as low as I go