Quotes About Loss

Most men die many times in their lives. The man we become invariably slaughters the child we once were. His knowledge of the world murders the babe's innocence. from Time Untime by Sherrilyn Kenyon

The news of Mr. Breitbart's death came as a surprise to me when I was informed of it this morning. My prayers go out to Mr. Breitbart's family as they cope during this very difficult time.

Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.

You can't really put a time limit on how long someone will grieve.

When the time is gone, you can never get it back.

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.

We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

You realize who you're in love with is fading fast. You don't know what to do, but in that period time moves so slowly.

When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.

There was a period of time in Los Angeles when I wondered if I was just going to lose everything.

Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.

I was in too much haste, and now have no time left. I traded all the sunlight and the cities and the distant lands for a handful of power, for a shadow, for the dark.

I lost my wife Barbara to cancer few years ago. I would give whatever time I have left to spend one more day with her.

All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.

Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.

Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?

I know I'd rather have any amount of time with a dog I love and suffer the mourning than not have the time at all.

We can not imaging the pain, You must all be feeling At the loss of Your loving son But just to let you know You are in our thoughts, At this very sad time.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable.

Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.