Quotes About Loss

Phaedra: I wanted to see your face when you came. Hippolytus: Why? Phaedra: I'd like to see you lose yourself. Hippolytus: It's not a pleasant sight. Phaedra: Why, what do you look like? Hippolytus: Every other stupid fucker.

He's following me... He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.

I have this grief and I don't know why.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

They will love me for that which destroys me.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

In the morning of the second day they found their healer, a middle-aged man named Cerf who had lost his sons in the Rout and his grief-addled wife to suicide.

Dear Queen, of course you don't know me, but could you be the quiet, sore-footed woman who rode with the Raiders in Oromondo? I played the fife and you sang? I fell in love with you but was too much of a coward to admit it? By the way, I saw you die from the Magi's fireball so how did you get to Cascada and on the throne?

I lost you once. I could not survive losing you again," he said. "Don't go away.

The sight of her made him understand why he'd lost his faith in God.

Mizuta Masahide's haiku: "My barn having burned down / I can now see the moon.

Perfect Timing" The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch: stripping off at the sea's edge, it fell into the dark as I swam out into a night thick with stars, with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn. Imagine it now, plunged deep in cool sand, still hidden years later, grains ticking over it one by one— as your hands slide into me and I move to their pulse.

There will come a time when people decide you've had enough of your grief, and they'll try to take it away from you.

The memory and maybe the fact of every kiss start disappearing the moment the two mouths part.

Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.

Achieve a goal and suffer its loss.

I fret about my lost scarf. Then I miss my flight. The scarf is no longer a problem.

In this way I can mourn him without having to think about him.

It's an expression of grief for an original loss.

After a friend dies young, the story of her life becomes the exposition to a tragedy. This is the central problem of biography.

I leaned toward him and whispered, "I'm drowning. Save me." But when I tried to grasp his shoulder my hand passed through him. "I'm over here," he said. I said, "No wonder I can't touch you. You're dead too." Or perhaps I didn't say it.

Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.