Quotes About Loss

My heart is dark and ripe as a bruise. An ache hollowing me out. Missing you has no purpose, no point. But still I do.

sea in a terrible storm off Cape St Vincent. All hands were lost. The ship

Solange's infant did not survive beyond the first week of life. She was lowered into the ground on March 7, bearing the name Jeanne-Gabrielle.

Freedom lies at the heart of my willingness to lose everything

When the world has been fully codified and collated, when ambivalences and ambiguities have been so sponged away that we know exactly and objectively where everything is and what it is called, a sense of loss arises.

So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died, I felt like I had lost a limb.

Nothing had ever existed between us except the possibility of something, and now even that was over.

That's what happens when you've had great success in life—when you've achieved the one goal you always desired. You lose a sense of purpose. Your smallest anxieties fester and magnify. Your fears turn inward, and attach themselves to irrational concerns.

The human capacity for grief. It just isn't capable of providing an adequate emotional response once the dead exceed a few dozen in number. And it doesn't just level off—it just gives up, resets itself to zero.

Chiku felt something very close to vertigo, a dizzy sort of perception that she had only just begun to grasp the vertical depth of a very long life, the sense of how far it plumbed the past. A life that went down like a lift-shaft, each floor containing an ordinary life's worth of love and loss, adventure and disappointment, dreams and ruins, joy and sorrow.

Sluka shook her head. "We're talking about them in the past tense, and we never even discussed them in the present. It's like their only reason for existing was so they could die.

It's sad that in the struggle for my country's freedom, I have lost my personal freedom.

One of my favorites is one called 'Rory's Radio' that I wrote about my brother Jeff's best friend growing up - his name was Rory Dunigan. I dedicated my first record to my brother, who got killed in a car accident in 1999, and I really didn't have any songs on the first album about him, nothing on a personal note.

Personally, I had over 550 BTC in Gox. I will never get any of that back.

People should be faced with losing everything a little bit more often because it really helps put a lot of things into perspective.

When my father passed away and then when later on I gave birth, those are sort of ground-breaking experiences that put everything else into perspective.

And our pessimists think this has taken too long. Our pessimists believe that too many Americans have died. Our pessimists believe that we have lost the war.

I have a very pessimistic view that every win takes you closer to a loss because no-one in the world can keep on winning forever.

Peter Cook and Dudley Moore were friends and the last people I expected would predecease me. They were, in a sense, casualties of fame.

I don't know how it would play out it the long run, if I were go to series with the story, I don't know. I just miss Peter so much on a personal level, that's about what I can say. He's my buddy and I wish he were around.

Because my husband, Peter, died young, I've already faced the scariest thing in my life. Now I live out the dreams for both of us.

The worst loss in my career - the 2002 World Championship final against Peter Ebdon.

It's important to remember that the animals are not grieving with us. They're very accepting. They're not lying there thinking 'How could you do this to me? Why aren't you keeping me going?' Pets don't do the human things of guilt and anger and recrimination that we do. They come and go with great acceptance.

Some people say that their pets will tell them when it's time to go. I don't believe that. No animal of mine has ever told me he was ready to die. I wish it were that simple. Dogs can communicate, but they cannot talk, nor do they think in our language or on our terms.