Quotes About Loss

We placed his remains under a cypress, the upright mountain being scooped out to receive them. And then Clara said, 'If you wish me to live, take me from hence. There is something in this scene of transcendent beauty, in these trees, and hills and waves, that for ever whisper to me, leave thy cumbrous flesh, and make a part of us. I earnestly entreat you to take me away.

If I returned, it was to be sacrificed, or to see those whom I most loved die under the grasp of a dæmon whom I had myself created.

cal que els que sobreviuen [a un mort] refrenin l'augment de l'afliccio que una immoderada demostració de pena podria dur (...)

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of our own can have departed forever—that the brightness of a be- loved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard.

You have suffered a land-, I a sea-wreck.

Llega por fin el dái en que la pena es más un alivio que una necesidad y que la sonrisa, aunque juzgada casi un sacrilegio, puede afluir los labios. Mi madre había muerto [...]

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart. Its several pages speak of many a walk, many a drive, and many a conversation, when I was not alone; and my companion was one who, in this world, I shall never see more. But this is for myself; my readers have nothing to do with these associations.

My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone? My love, my love, my love, if only you could have known.

There was no denying the fact that the death of sugarcane was sounding the knell for something else in the country. What can we call it?

He died of peritonitis.

Russia finally lost its bona fides in the eyes of international business and media.

Everyone had their own turning point," he explained to me. "Mine was Beslan.

As a child of the Seventies, I grew up thinking that death could be as light as a feather or as heavy as a mountain. Lolo's death sailed over the rooftop of the world.

Perché invero che cosa c'è da sapere su chi scompare? Che cosa c'è da sapere su chi è diventato invisibile? Che cosa c'è da sapere su chi sta sanguinando con la bocca piena di foglie scure?

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

This is death during wartime and it is capricious as shit.

There was no use in fighting. He'd lost. There are so many losses in parenting, strung together over many years.

He arrived to find that she'd left, discovering then that he was all alone. Even the birds had gone. They'd abandoned their nest on the windowsill, and he was somehow certain that they'd never come back.

The lesson here... Sometimes people throw things away. That doesn't mean those things aren't really, really good. Most of the time, it just means that person didn't know what they had.

Sometimes people throw things away. That doesn't mean those things aren't really, really good. Most of the time, it just means that person didn't know what they had.

There's a Cubs game on WGN. They're out in San Diego, and they're winning. For the first time in a long, long time, the Cubs aren't terrible, and my grandpa isn't going to get to see how it all plays out. Nancy touches my arm.

When Christina would stop to examine an interesting insect or patch of moss, Gabriel would stand in an impatient pose and shrug, not seeing what was at all interesting about it. Sometimes when writing her children's lyrics she thought of Gabriel and Lizzie's son, had he lived, and what he might have grown into.

The boundary between being an exile and being mad seemed to be a fine one... losing one's rightful place in the world could mean losing one's mind.

In younger years, he'd wonder whether he was more doctor or writer. Since the dark period back home, he questioned if he was really either—witnessing death all around him had robbed him of both.