Quotes About Loss

I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.

More than twice as many Americans lost their lives in one day at Sharpsburg as fell in combat in the War of 1812, the Mexican War, and the Spanish-American war combined.

The casualties at Antietam numbered four times the total suffered by American soldiers at the Normandy beaches on June 6, 1944. More than twice as many Americans lost their lives in one day at Sharpsburg as fell in combat in the War of 1812, the Mexican War, and the Spanish-American War combined.

And in the final reckoning, American lives lost in the Civil War exceed the total of those lost in all the other wars the country has fought added together, world wars included.

It is a universal truth that the loss of liberty at home is to be charged to the provisions against danger, real or pretended, from abroad.

Perhaps it is a universal truth that the loss of liberty at home is to be charged to provisions against danger, real or pretended, from abroad.

Every nation whose affairs betray a want of wisdom and stability may calculate on every loss which can be sustained from the more systematic policy of its wiser neighbors.

We were a religious sect consisting of two people, and now half the congregation was gone. There would be no closure, no healing. I would simply adjust myself to a new and severely depleted reality. The world would come to an end, as it always does, one world at a time.

Optimists are the least prepared for the loss of hope.

Everything I have described so far seems to have happened to somebody else—to somebody else's father. But the death of a parent happens to you, and, once it starts, it never stops. It dislodges everything.

One day she accidentally ran over my rosary beads with the vacuum cleaner. When she pulled it out, it had lost three beads. When I came home from school I spied it on my bedpost and said, "Hey look what happened to my rosary beads!" Hoping to make me feel better, she said, "Well, look on the bright side. Now it won't take you so long to pray it!

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

I was so sorry, deep in my heart I was sorry, but all your "sorrys" are gone when a person dies. She was gone. Gone. That's why you have to say all your "sorrys" and "I love yous" while a person is living, because tomorrow isn't promised.

People find different ways of keeping the ones they loved among the living, he said cautiously. Children. Memories. The names of things.

I regret that I should leave this world without again beholding him.

the girl.. her name was Shelly...

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

Death is a defeat in finite play. It is inflicted when one's boundaries give way and one falls to an opponent. The finite player dies under the terminal move of another.

Property is an attempt to recover the past. It returns one to precompetitive status. One is compensated for the amount of time spent (and thus lost) in competition.

When I am healed I am restored to my center in a way that my freedom as a person is not compromised by my loss of functions.

They do not comprehend where they are going," Kaz said, whispering his words to the wind. I knew he didn't mean a particular place. There were no map coordinates to mark the location. He meant that point in time and space where bullet meets bone, where grown men cry rivers of tears; the point you can never return from, even if you live to be ninety.

Death is the ultimate disappointment.

And between them, the little shoe-box glistening with scarlet wallpaper and gilt like a fairy coffin. Inside it, there was the crabbed corpse of a still-born child wreathed in bloody newspaper. "I hated you so much," she said softly.

Though now, of all that could have been, there is nothing.