Quotes About Loss

One day or another, it is true, dust, supposing it persists, will probably begin to gain the upper hand over domestics, invading the immense ruins of abandoned buildings, deserted dockyards; and, at that distant epoch, nothing will remain to ward off night-terrors, for lack of which we have become such great book-keepers...

Le monde sent la mort Les oiseaux volent les yeux crevés Tu es sombre comme un ciel noir.

you will recognize happines when you see it die

I already knew this immense tenderness, which is only the last degree of sorrow… I knew then, already, that the intimacy of things is death.

No tengo otra opción que evocar lo que demasiado tiempo llamé lo irrevocable; lo que fue, lo que se detuvo, lo que fue clausurado: eso que sin duda fue para no ser más hoy, pero que fue también para que yo sea todavía

Quelque chose se cassait, quelque chose s'est cassé. Tu ne te sens plus - comment dire? - soutenu : quelque chose qui, qui, te semblait-il, te semble-t-il, t'as jusqu'alors réconforté, t'a tenu chaud au coeur, le sentiment de ton existence, de ton importance presque, l'impression d'adhérer, de baigner dans le monde, se met à te faire défaut.

She sinks. She sinks in holy sadness. Like an Ophelia in tears she sinks

The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like the ashes of dead years.

There are women whose love only ends with death.

Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death...

Bruges was his dead wife. And his dead wife was Bruges. The two were united in a like destiny. It was Bruges-la-Morte, the dead town entombed in its stone quais, with the arteries of its canals cold once the great pulse of the sea had ceased beating in them.

Aveau destul timp, È™i unul È™i altul, întreg timpul care îi va separa din momentul în care unul din ei ar muri.

Do you recall Fred Merriville?" She stared at him. "Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?" "The poor fellow has nothing to say: he's dead, alas!

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.

But I do not want to be a widow! declared Elinor. I am afraid it is too late in the day to alter that. said Carlyon. Besides, if you had known my cousin better you would have wanted to be a widow, Nicky assured her.

You will be a widow before the morning.

The end of the idyll was implicit in the beginning: I at least knew that, though you might not. And also that the more enchanted the idyll the greater must be the pain of its ending. That won't endure. Hearts don't really break, you know.

It's awful, isn't it?' 'Yes. The worst fight I ever was in.' 'Well, I'm glad I was in it, anyway. To tell you the truth, I haven't liked it as much as I thought I should. It's seeing one's friends go, one after the other, and being so hellish frightened oneself.

Your presence in England is extremely – shall we say enlivening? – Vidal. But I believe I shall survive the loss of it.

One is for ever hearing of persons who have lost their fortunes at gaming, but one never hears of anyone who has won a fortune. It seems very odd to me. Where do all the lost fortunes go to?

She laughed. 'I hope he will enjoy good sport– though my small experience informs me that catching fish is not necessary for your true angler's enjoyment.' 'Oh, no! But to lose a fish is quite another matter!' 'Certainly! One cannot wonder that it should cast even the most cheerful person into gloom, for it is always such an enormous one that escapes!' 'I begin to think you are yourself an angler, ma'am: you are so exactly right!

The best place to bury a dead love is deep in the depths of memory where it can be cherished forever.

We cling to things, people, beliefs, and behaviors not because we love them, but because we are terrified of losing them.

Liberation, whether experienced pleasurably or painfully, always involves relinquishment, some kind of loss.