Quotes About Loss

almost everyone I've ever loved is dead. And the only way to live with the constant cull of what you love is to take a little of that cold grave into yourself, every time.

I was too young, then, to know that dead lovers are the toughest rivals.

The word family is derived from the word famulus, meaning a servant, and in its early usage, familia, it literally meant the servants of a household. In its essence, the longing for family, and the ravenousness that the loss of family creates in us, isn't just for belonging: it's for the grace that abides in serving those we love.

Love unlived is a sin against life, and mourning is one of the ways we love. I felt it then, and I let it happen, the longing for him to return. The power in his eyes, and the pride when I did something he admired, and the love in his laugh. The longing: the longing for the lost.

The moon, our lonely sister, filters pain and harm from sunlight, and reflects it back to us safely, free of burn and blemish. We danced in moonlight on the balcony that night, Oleg and I, and we sang and shouted and laughed, hardening ourselves to what we'd done in life, and what we'd lost. And the moon graced two fallen fools, on a fallen day, with sunlight purified by a mirror in the sky, made of stone.

His simple, unbeautiful words were the clearest expression of what all prisoners, and everyone else who lives long enough, know well—that suffering, of every kind, is always a matter of what we've lost. When we're young, we think that suffering is something that's done to us. When we get older—when the steel door slams shut, in one way or another—we know that real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us.

I joked and laughed about things that made other less wounded hearts weep, and I'd learned to harden myself against loss and death.

When we're young, we think that suffering is something that's done to us. When we get older- when the steel door slams shut, in one way or another-we know that real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us.

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone.

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. For I still love you with the whole of my heart. I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're gone...

I'd lost my family, the friends of my youth, my country and its culture—all the things that had defined me, and given me identity.

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone. For I still love you with the whole of my heart. I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

And when all the other lights of life are gone, the last light lost is the light of love.

La droga tutto e nulla: ti prende tutto, e non ti lascia nulla. Ma il nulla che ti offre, il vuoto privo di sentimenti che ti elargisce, a volte è tutto ciò che desideri.

He was taken to hospital. I never saw him again, and he never opened his mouth.

What am I going to do without music? I asked, aware of how pathetic I sounded, but unable to suppress the whine of disappointment in my voice.

When we do suffer things, like pain and so, it means that we have lost control.

My heart, sometimes, was a graveyard full of blank stones.

If so much love could vanish into the earth and speak no more, smile no more, then love was nothing.

In its essence, the longing for family, and the ravenousness that the loss of family creates in us, isn't just for belonging: it's for the grace that abides in serving those we love.

Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it's going to take you down with it. I've seen that happen to a lot of girls here.

Kiedy jeste?my m?odzi, s?dzimy, ?e cierpienie to co?, co kto? nam mo?e zada?. Kiedy przybywa nam lat – kiedy zatrzaskuj? si? jakie? stalowe drzwi – wiemy ju?, ?e prawdziwe cierpienie mierzy si? tym, co nam odebrano.