Quotes About Loss

Closure is bullshit. In the absence of some kind of biological memory wipe, there is no such thing. Personal loss is always with us. We learn to live with it; we don't make it go away.

Loving her was heaven that turned to hell when she died.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don't even get to mourn.

They paved paradiseAnd put up a parking lot.

In some ways, my gift for music and writing was born out of tragedy, really, and loss.

Well something's lost but something's gained in living every day.

A woman I knew just drowned herself The well was deep and muddy She was just shaking off futility Or punishing somebody My friends were calling up all day yesterday All emotions and abstractions It seems we all live so close to that line and so far from satisfaction

Took up all the trees put them in a tree museum Charged the people a dollar and a half just to see them You don't know what you've got til it's gone. Took paradise and put up a parking lot.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got til it's gone. The day Paradise put up a parking lot!

August 2nd, 2006 is just a taste of what war is. We lost two people that day. There are companies, battalions that have lost half, most of their unit. You look at the numbers from WW2 or Vietnam, it's astounding.

There are not so many murders in this township, I think to myself, and not so few policemen, that a killing should be treated like an old woman who has lost her cat.

Na verdade, ficamos mais negativos após uma perda de determinado tamanho do que nos sentimos bem com um ganho de tamanho idêntico. A dor é mais potente do que o prazer, e a ansiedade mais forte do que a esperança.

What shall I do with my infant's death? Hold my other loved ones and heal their pain.

Grief must be a reflection of love. It is perhaps the ultimate proof of love. Grief is an uncontrollable manifestation of your belief that the lost person's existence, limited and flawed as it might have been, was worthwhile, despite the limitations and flaws even of life itself

Hemos perdido el universo mítico de la mente preexperimental, o al menos hemos dejado de propiciar su desarrollo. Esa pérdida ha dejado nuestro creciente poder tecnológico más peligrosamente a la merced de nuestros sistemas de valoración, que todavía son inconscientes.

Whenever you are cut off at the knees by one of life's many catastrophes, whenever a dream collapses, or someone close to you is hurt in some fundamental way—especially a child or another loved one—then you can easily find yourself thinking, "Perhaps it would be better if the whole mess was just brought to a halt.

If you truly love someone, it can seem a deep form of betrayal to stay integrated and healthy, in essence, in their absence or sadly waning presence. What does that ability indicate, after all, about the true depths of your love? If you can witness their demise and survive the loss, does that not imply that the bond was shallow and temporary, and even replaceable? If you were truly bonded, should not it destroy you (as it sometimes does)?

In fact, we feel more negative about a loss of a given size than we feel good about the same-sized gain. Pain is more potent than pleasure, and anxiety more than hope.

Así, las emociones negativas, por desagradables que resulten, nos protegen. Sentimos dolor, miedo, vergüenza y asco, y así evitamos sufrir daños. Y se trata de sentimientos que solemos sentir a menudo. De hecho, sentimos más emoción negativa ante una pérdida de un valor determinado que la positiva que experimentamos si conseguimos algo de ese mismo valor. El dolor es más contundente que el placer y la ansiedad, más que la esperanza.

The human race has been dealing with loss and death forever. We are the descendants of those who could manage it.

To discuss an event, particularly something emotional, like a death or serious illness, is to slowly choose what to leave behind.

If everything were anything," Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

if you want an honest view of what's going on, you also have to consider the planes that didn't come back.

The only time I can ever remember Steven crying over any of it was after my treatment, when I tried to use my foot on his bass drum pedal, and we realized I could never play a drum set.