Quotes About Loss

A journey is a dismal thing when there can be no homecoming.

The Universe is picking us off one by one. Yesterday part of the poop deck went, and with it all the toilets.

retribution for the death of comrades who had perished because they were sent to that death…

Reflexiona en lo que significa la muerte. Es una pérdida, trágica por irreversible. ¿A quién pierde el que muere? ¿A sí mismo? No, porque el muerto ha dejado de existir y quien no existe no puede perder nada. La muerte es asunto de los vivos: es la pérdida de un ser querido.

La [G]uerra [de Independencia] supuso para España la pérdida de una generación completa de desarrollo cultural y económico. Aunque los españoles se defendieron con valor, el ataque infligido por Francia fue brutal y el coste para España, elevadísimo.

Was there some deeper, level some plane upon which the consciousness of mountains responded to death and waste and pain? Was there a compassion embedded in the very rocks, so that they offered their beauty in compensation for human loss?

Triste è l'uomo che ama le cose solo quando si allontanano.

Lupetto stanco morto in dormiveglia sente che il mondo tutti i giorni perde un pezzo prezioso, e bisogna subito sostituirlo

Dove sono finiti gli yes dogs? e gli Hula-hoop? E le tartarughe Ninja? E la carta moschicida? E la democrazia?

I'm not suggesting that neural networks are easy. You need to be an expert to make these things work. But that expertise serves you across a broader spectrum of applications. In a sense, all of the effort that previously went into feature design now goes into architecture design and loss function design and optimization scheme design. The manual labor has been raised to a higher level of abstraction.

What we knew is dead, and maybe the greatest part of what we were is dead. What's out there is new and perhaps good, but it's nothing we know.

The education bestowed on Flora Poste by her parents had been expensive, athletic and prolonged; and when they died within a few weeks of one another during the annual epidemic of the influenza or Spanish Plague which occurred in her twentieth year, she was discovered to possess every art and grace save that of earning her own living.

if you haven't had to you won't ever understand how brutal how ugly how devastating it is to leave or that it would have been worse to stay

Inside a book, she captures all that's lost. She journals so her words won't fly away.

But in dying so suddenly her mother had become a riddle at the gate instead of the road you walked to get there.

Loss is loss. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think I'm sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You don't measure these things.

I hated that I let him touch my sweat, that he knew how I kissed. I wanted to collect my things from him, but the things were only moments.

Those things that are precious are saved only by sacrifice.

There is nothing one can have that one cannot fear to lose. Instead of living life in order to have more abundantly, live life in order to be more abundantly.

death was a termination, an end of existence, and those who had gone were as meaningless as evaporated dew, their very identities lost after a generation.

Did your parents die of the flu?' 'Yeah, I don't really know how long ago that was now though. It's hard to keep counting the days.' 'You're right about that,' Nick agreed. 'But it's been about two months since the pandemic.' 'Two

It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.

Las cosas cambian. Y los amigos se van. Y la vida no se detiene para nadie.

Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.