Quotes About Loss

We gathered our things and began taking leave of camp followers who had trickled out from the city. Our animals and equipment would be their reward for faith and friendship. I spent a sad, gentle hour with a woman to whom I meant more than I suspected. We shed no tears and told one another no lies. I left her with memories and most of my pathetic fortune. She left me with a lump in my throat and a sense of loss not wholly fathomable.

They steal our yesterdays and leave us no youth but that of our children.…

In our search for a son, we lost a daughter.

It had been a seven-year string of bad luck, ever since their parents died in that house fire.

Down there, people would be relieved to know they're dead, and - and -' Her voice cracked. He stuck out his chin, daring her to say it. And what? And maybe we should be too, Amy blurted.

Why is it, he said faintly, that sooner or later, everybody we love dies?

I lost that feeling of belonging to something wonderful.

It only underscores the feeling that everything from our past has vanished.

Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minuted to hours

I am alone in my study. I have already put away Julian's papers. The thing is finished. The world Julian wanted to preserve and restore is gone... but I shall not write forever, for who can know the future? Meanwhile, the barbarians are at the gate. Yet when they breach the wall, they will find nothing of value to seize, only empty relics. The spirit of what we were has fled. So be it.

There are things that must cause you to lose your reason or you have none to lose.

So, as the old woman held the new baby tenderly, she rained tears of sorrow and joy upon it, and the baby's first bath was the unusual mixture of love and loss. For

War erases progress, leaves no trace of improvement.

The 20th century is the probably most hideous ugly century of the history of the human race. More people were killed by war in the 20th century than ever in history.

From childhood I had never believed in permanence, and yet I had longed for it. Always I was afraid of losing happiness. This month, next year...death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever.

She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

You do not always say goodbye to those you love beside a deathbed, in an atmosphere of leisure and incense.

He had always despised people who thought about the past. To live was to leave behind; to be as free as a shipwrecked man who has lost everything.

He was filled with horror at the thought of what a child becomes, and what the dead must feel watching the change from innocence to guilt and powerless to stop it

My second wife - I was still young then - she left me, and I made the mistake of winning her back. It took me years to lose her again after that. She was a good woman. It is not easy to lose a good woman. If one must marry it is better to marry a bad woman.

And how is Uncle Edward? or is he dead? I've reached the time of life when relatives die unnoticed.

It was not merely that his brother was dead. His brain, too young to realize the full paradox, wondered with an obscure self- pity why it was that the pulse of his brother's fear went on and on, when Francis was now where he had always been told there was no more terror and no more--darkness.