Quotes About Loss

I am no longer Mendel Singer. I am the remains of Mendel Singer.

Mira, Deborah, los vecinos vienen a verme, para consolarme. Pero a pesar de que son muchos y de que todos se estrujan el cerebro, no hallan consuelo para mi situación. Mi corazón aún late. Mis ojos aún ven. Mis miembros aún se mueven. Mis pies aún caminan. Como y bebo, rezo y respiro. Pero mi sangre se paraliza. Mis manos están marchitas. Mi corazón, vacío. Ya no soy Mendel Singer. Soy lo que queda de Mendel Singer. América nos ha matado.

Ich glaube, der Krieg hat uns verdorben. Gestehen wir, dass wir zu Unrecht zurückgekommen sind. Wir wissen so viel wie die Toten, wir müssen uns aber dumm stellen, weil wir zufällig am Leben geblieben sind.

It was as if he had only just now lost his homeland and in it Menuchim, the most faithful of all the dead, the farthest away of all the dead, the closest of all the dead.

It wasn't till much later — long after the Great War, which people call the "World War," and in my view rightly, and not for the usual reason, that the whole world was involved in it, but rather because as a result of it we lost a whole world, our world.

The woman who had escaped with her life now wept for the loss of her umbrella and was not at all grateful that her limbs were intact.

Allora, prima della grande guerra, all'epoca in cui ebbero luogo i fatti di cui si narra in queste pagine, non era ancora indifferente se un uomo viveva o moriva. Quando qualcuno spariva dalla schiera terrestre non veniva subito rimpiazzato da un altro affinché il morto venisse dimenticato: restava un vuoto, e i testimoni vicini e lontani del declino ammutolivano alla vista di quel vuoto.

Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

His name is Brokenkit," I said, my voice faltering. Lizardstripe nodded, seeing the bend in his tail, like a broken branch. That's where every cat would think he'd gotten his name. But the truth is, I named him for the feeling in my chest as I left him there, as if my heart were breaking in two, as if my life had broken down the middle.

She thought of Flametail, her shy, sweet-tempered ginger kit, always eager to help his Clanmates, who'd grown to be a medicine cat and then drowned in icy waters; of Dawnpelt, who'd as a kit been fierce and playful by turns, who'd left ShadowClan for the Kin and been murdered by Darktail. And of stubborn, good-hearted Tigerstar. Her kits meant everything to her, too, and now Tigerstar was the only one left.

Goldenflower had padded away, Fireheart stepped forward and leaned down to lick Runningwind's dull pelt. "I will avenge your death," he promised softly.

His jaws parted as he fought for breath. "There's nothing left . . ." he choked out. "It's all dark—everything's gone. . .

The strange cat looked at him blankly. "It's been so long since any cat spoke my name, I don't need it anymore." His eyes spoke to Firestar of deep sadness; his voice ached with it, so that Firestar could hardly bear to listen.

Mourning Micah again won't change anything. He'd be proud I came here. This felt like his tree now.

But you will come to value what you still have, and what you may have in the future.

He watched as Oakheart staggered and fell, and finally as the light went out of the RiverClan deputy's eyes.

Bramblestar is dead," he announced. "For good. StarClan has forgotten us." "No!

Dangling Leaf tipped his head. "Do you know Micah's dead?" he asked Cow. Moth Flight flinched, but Cow returned his inquisitive gaze steadily. "Yes." Dusk Nose nudged her brother. "You can't ask questions like that, Shade Pelt. It's rude." "Raven Pelt says we can ask anything we like," Dangling Leaf

Bluefur moaned.

Appledusk will regret the day he met me! All those times he said he loved me, all the promises he made—they were nothing but lies! He never wanted my kits, so he let them drown. He could have saved them, I know he could have!

Has any other cat lost her parents and her entire Clan, been separated from her sister, and then found a father she thought was dead?

Fireheart could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

Floss is dead.