Quotes About Loss

Tim's departure would be a significant loss to the Fed.

after Jonas died, in 1970, of a heart attack—occupied herself with reading and painting.

and Nan died at age three months.

Most of all, I miss that feeling when you go to sleep at night and when you wake up in the morning. It's that feeling that everything is all rightin the world. You know, that amazing feeling that you're whole, that you've got everything you want, that you aren't missing anything. Sometimes when I wake up, I get it for just a moment. It lasts a few seconds, but then I remember what happened, and how nothing has been the same since

That is the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief. Too many good people die a little when they lose someone they love. One death begets two or twenty or one hundred. It's the same all over the world.

How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive? How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn't let go of their loved ones when they're gone?

Trust your heart if the sea catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards. -I feel like, Charlie the main character can only communicate his bother who past away through nature and that he needs to move on and find love evn if his brother is not there physically.

That's the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief

Now turn the page, come along on the ride, and let me tell you about the death and life of Charlie St. Cloud

Sai, dove è scritto che per tutto c'è il suo tempo, c'è il suo momento per ogni cosa sotto il cielo. Un tempo per piangere e un tempo per ridere, un tempo per amare e un tempo per odiare, un tempo per cercare e un tempo per perdere" S'interruppe."Fidati, Charlie. La Bibbia per ogni si sbaglia. Nella vita di un uomo non c'è tempo per ogni cosa. Non c'è una stagione per ogni attività."( Ho sognato di te )

And if you've ever wondered what happens when a person close to you is taken too soon-and it's always too soon-you may find other truths here, truths that may break the grip of sadness in your life, that may set you free from guilt, that may even bring you back to this world from wherever you are hiding. And then you will never fell alone

You'll miss me, yes you will You won't know how much until I'm gone Like the sweet memory of something you used to love

I know death comes. Ive seen too much death, young death.

Ah, God, I trod them down where I have trod, And they remain, and they remain, Etched in unutterable pain, Loved lips and faces now apart, That once were closer than my heart-- In agony, in agony, And horribly a part of me....

Disintegration of structure equals information loss.

La geología había perdido una piedra y la sociedad había ganado un hombre.

Agur -murmuró Celipín, poniéndose en marcha. Desapareció entre las sombras de la noche. La geología había perdido una piedra y la sociedad había ganado un hombre.

Every time Quirke saw Mal nowadays his brother-in-law seemed a little more dry and dusty, as if an essential fluid was leaking out of him, steadily, invisibly. He leaned

Three removes is as bad as a fire.

In 1736 I lost one of my sons, a fine boy of four years old, by the small-pox, taken in the common way. I long regretted bitterly, and still regret that I had not given it to him by inoculation. This I mention for the sake of parents who omit that operation, on the supposition that they should never forgive themselves if a child died under it; my example showing that the regret may be the same either way, and that, therefore, the safer should be chosen.

A little neglect may breed mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want a horse the rider was lost; for want of the rider the battle was lost.

In 1736 I lost one of my sons, a fine boy of four years old, by the small-pox, taken in the common way. I long regretted bitterly, and still regret that I had not given it to him by inoculation.

sustained loss in matters which are indifferent, do not imagine this to be a damage. For it is a bad habit. But as the old man, when he went away, asked back his foster-child's top, remembering that it was a top, so do thou in this case also.

In 1736 I lost one of my sons, a fine boy of four years old, by the small-pox, taken in the common way. I long regretted bitterly, and still regret that I had not given it to him by inoculation. This I mention for the sake of parents who omit that operation, on the supposition that they should never forgive themselves