Quotes About Loss

A human being sheds its leaves like a tree. Sickness prunes it down; and it no longer offers the same silhouette to the eyes which loved it, to the people to whom it afforded shade and comfort.

I recognized everything, the waterfall and the lakes, the trees and paths. But they had forgotten me. That was bitter and I cried a lot. One should never return to sacred places.

Grief, like a tree, has tears for its fruit.

Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

John Clare, in his poem To a Fallen Elm, makes the tree a selfmark as well as a landmark.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

If you've ever come across a tree that you've lived with for many years and then one day it's blown over, there's incredible shock and violence about that.

My dad passed away...and suddenly I found myself at the top of the tree and looking at the sky instead of at my mom and dad.

If everything I possessed, vanished, suddenly, I'd be sorry.But I value things unpossessed.The wind, and trees, and sky and kind thoughts, much more.

It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we'd go out "tree hunting." That's what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word "trespassing.

Trust is the easiest thing in the world to lose, and the hardest thing in the world to get back.

What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

It is vain to trust in wrong; as much of evil, so much of loss, is the formula of human history.

Whether we knew many who died on September 11 or personally knew none, we all lost something on that day. Innocence. Security. A trust that our homeland would always be safe.

I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either.

For my boyhood's friend hath fallen, the pillar of my trust, The true, the wise, the beautiful, is sleeping in the dust.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

Even if we lose the wealth of thousands, and our life is sacrificed, we...should keep smiling and be cheerful keeping our faith in God and Truth.

And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...

This is what making love must be like, she thinks. At twelve years old, she understands little more than that it will begin with loss - the loss of virginity, the loss of innocence - but that at some point there stands to be a gain.

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1

My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.