Quotes About Loss

One forgets the dead quite quickly; one doesn't wonder about the dead-what is he doing now, who is he with?

Nothing in life was as ugly as death.

to each man a city consists of no more than a few streets, a few houses, a few people. Remove those few and a city exists no longer except as a pain in the memory...

They killed him because he was too innocent to live.

Innocence must die young if it isn't to kill the souls of men

Think how complicated life would be if I had kept in touch with all the men I have known intimately. Some died, some I left, a few have left me. If they were all with me now we would have to take over a whole wing of the Royal Albion. I

Ante mí desfilaban imágenes de praderas que se extendían hasta el agua, de viejos castillos sobre colinas surcadas de viñedos y chicas en bicicleta. Todo parecía limpio, ordenado, seguro, como había sido mi propia vida antes del funeral de mi madre. Recordé mi jardín. Echaba de menos mis dalias.

You sacrificed both of us once to bring me back to life, but what sort of a life is this without you.

Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.

The separating years approached them both, like a station down the line, all gain for her and all loss for him.

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.

Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever.

We are fools when we love. I was terrified of losing her. I thought I saw her changing--I don't know if she really was, but I couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. I ran toward the finish just like a coward runs toward the enemy and wins a medal. I wanted to get death over.

Love is not wrong, but love should be happy and open -- it is only wrong when it is secret, unhappy . . . It can be more unhappy than anything but the loss of God. It is the loss of god. You don't need penance, my child, you have suffered quite enough.

I'm still in love, Pyle, and I'm a wasting asset.

She dabbed at her eyes. 'You'd be bored, Henry. An unfinished bottle of champagne found in an old cupboard with all the sparkle gone …' The jaded phrase was worthy of a Haymarket author.

Let us weigh the gain and loss,"' he quoted, '"in wagering that God is, let us estimate these two chances. If you gain, you gain all; if you lose you lose nothing.

John Woo's The Crossing.

all under control." "It's all under control, is it? Four good men have been blown to

His mother is dead, yet she has never not been, in theory, at his shoulder. He wants her not to have known and suffered or even witnessed all the things that followed her death. Including all this now. But that would be like wishing her dead. Merely dead.

To love is to be ready to lose, it's not to have, to keep.

At the time of great loss, people who have a mature faith give evidence of an uncommon relationship with God. And they demonstrate an uncommon inner sense of strength and poise that grows out of their confidence that such a relationship with God can never be taken away from them. Accepting loss is a slow and gradual process with steps backward as well as forward.

All that I was, but for reflections in a cracked mirror, has been lost for a long, long time.

Nothing was ever truly lost, if you only had access to all the eyes and senses in the universe, as he sometimes imagined God did. God himself had no eyes; He made eyes and put living things in charge of them, that He might witness the majesty of creation from an objective viewpoint.