Quotes About Loss

As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's death you get used to.

That is why a garden is a good lesson….so much dies in it. And so often.

mi viene in mente che i miei sentimenti - i sentimenti di tutti - sono inutili, andranno persi, lacrime nella pioggia.

El 30 de julio de 1811 murió ejecutado

Cuando el amor llega puede ser ciego, pero cuando se va es muy lúcido.

Si das amor a cambio de compañía, resígnate a perder las dos.

Conocía demasiado bien la soledad. Y ahora sería más cruda que antes, pues tendría clavado como un aguijón el recuerdo de la dicha fugaz que había conocido.

A infância é uma batalha perdida.

La angustia que transmite todo atisbo de demencia le va dejando perdido en una deriva extraña por el peligroso barrio infantil que hay en los límites de su mente, allí donde sabe que en cualquier momento puede perderse para siempre.

Viajar, perder ciudades, perderlos todos.

On the eve of the Second World War, almost ten million Jews had lived in Europe; by the mid 1990s less than two million remained.3 After the war, Jewry practically ceased to exist in Poland, Ukraine, Lithuania, Germany and Austria, the countries that had been its main centres.

She was trying to free her mother, who had recently been deported to Auschwitz. The lawyer responded bluntly, "You can file a petition, but you will not see your mother again. Auschwitz is an extermination camp." When she received notification of her mother's death a few months later—"died of sepsis and phlegm in Auschwitz"—she considered this plausible. "Later, I found out that it was just one of many death notices issued on that day.

Look, we know we screwed up when we were in the majority. We fell in love with power. We spent way too much money - especially on earmarks. There was too much corruption when we ran this place. We were guilty. And that's why we lost.

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven

It offended him and mocked him: the fact that the world didn't die when his heart did.

With every step he felt he was losing some part of himself, the way we gradually lose our memory of what we once thought mattered, pulling us faster towards that emptiness in which we are no longer human.

We are still here, despite everything that has been taken away any moment we aren't looking

It is raining so the earth has turned mostly to mud, and I think of what the minister said when my brother died: "The rain comes and washes away his prints, so we can move on." I wished for drought instead, so we wouldn't lose every trace, but it rained for a week straight, and despite it being April, three feet of snow landed to make sure the job was done for good.

All the words that have passed between you and me to this point are nothing. The empty exhalations of the grave. The muttering of the wind through two exhumed skulls.

Eyes glazed over as the great rice-wine parties in the highlands were recalled, parties that are no longer held since the arrival of the mission. Bario has become a good, clean, upstanding, sober, hard-working Christian community. What a loss for these fun-loving and generous people.

Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.

I bring messages and thanks from the others. Terry Gilliam sadly can't be with us tonight as they won't let him show his ass, which has been very favorably compared with Spielberg's ass. Graham Chapman can't be with us tonight, as sadly he is still dead. And John Cleese is finishing a movie. He has to get it back to Blockbuster by tomorrow.

I didn't understand at all that the memories accumulated during years of happiness could weigh enough to balance so large a loss, or that the mind will sometimes find a way to free the heart from pain.

Indeed, when Luther's school-yard chum Hans Reinecke wrote to him of his father's death, Luther wrote, "Seldom if ever have I despised death as much as I do now." He said that it "has plunged me into deep sadness not only because he was my father but also because he loved me very much." Even more, he says, "through him my creator has given me all that I am and have.