Quotes About Loss

No matter how hard the loss, defeat might serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

This was truly the worst natural disaster Americans had ever seen. While death tolls would always be imperfect, it's fair to say that around 10,000 people perished in one night. And

I have nothing I ever wanted, after I had everything.

She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more

I'm a practical man, Haleola. It's true, I want to save souls. But it's a poor church that cares only for what happens to a soul after it leaves this life. If I can provide some comfort, some ease of life for those about to lose theirs, how could I hesitate to try?

So yet another man had encountered the morass of my family and felt the only solution was to put a gun to his head. This does not bode well.

Sorrow is an inseparable dimension of our human experience. We suffer after a loss because we are human. And in our suffering, we are transformed.

You may have heard that your grief journey's end will come when you resolve, or recover from, your grief. But your journey will never end. Soften, yes, but end, no. People do not "get over" the death of a pet.

Everyone at some point will suffer a loss—the loss of loved ones, good health, a job. It's your desert experience—a time of feeling barren of options, even hope. The important thing is not to allow yourself to be stranded in the desert." — Patrick Del Zoppo

Everytime you make a copy of the copy, you lose clarity.

Remember: You are no one. You have no name. You do not speak, you do not look at them, you do not volunteer for anything. You work, bot not so hard they notice you. Gizela. Zytka. Your parents, Oskar and Mina. They are dead and gone now, Yanek, and we would grieve for them if we could. But we have only one purpose now: survive. Survive at all costs, Yanek. We cannot let these monsters tear us from the pages of the world.

Sergeant Meredith was the one who'd taught him how to survive. Sergeant Meredith was the one who'd given him his nickname. Sergeant Meredith was the one who had listened when Ray had argued for the Okinawans. Sergeant Meredith was the one who had taught Ray how to grieve for the death of a soldier.

Pasoon," Reshmina said, "what if there was another way? What if—" But when she looked up, Pasoon was gone.

After a moment, there was a quiet splash, and the mourners said together, "Remember, God, that we are of dust." One by one they stepped to the rail, where they released handfuls of sand—the sand Josef's father had told him to take from the sandbox. Josef joined his father at the rail, and they scattered their sand in the sea.

She felt that at some point she must finally and formally talk to Louisa about Hubert, and ask her to acknowledge that the worst possible thing had happened to her as well.

Wright contended that after Martha died, "Captain Ross was so overcome with grief, he left the familiar scenes and went with his nephew, John B. Conger, through the then wild Indian country to Mobile, where he took a boat for the North. He

Where were you when the world stopped turning

They say that life's a game, & then they take the board away.

WHAT WE CALL LOVE is actually a deep interweaving of beings. The emotion we feel is actually a marker that the other person or thing has become part of ourselves; we are no longer separate from the other. This explains why losing someone or something we love hurts so much. It is not just "as if" something has been torn from us. When we enter love, a part of ourselves merges with the other and when we lose love, a part of ourselves is torn away.

In the meantime the strike is over, with a remarkably low loss of life. All is quiet, they report, all is quiet. In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

He took a long swallow from his bottle. As the warmth trailed down his throat, he sighed, partly out of contentment, partly out of a sense of loss. Wrong took another drink. In an hour or two everything would be all right.

Some of those I help are afflicted with what I call soul loss, which is what happens when the soul gets fragmented and a part of it does not know how to return to the body, or realizes it's not safe to return.

I think people have this mistaken notion that if you have a couple of kids, it's not quite as terrible losing one of them because you still have the others. But love is unique, just as loss is.

I imagined were his own litmus test, saying, "If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul to lose.