Quotes About Loss

Many women are so gripped with fear over the loss of a man that they think of him constantly.

Life outside is changing our world. We are losing our culture, loosing our roots. How can a living thing grow if its roots are cut?

That the loss of a man, even if he had been the love of her life, was not the end of a woman's existence.

when an old man dies, no matter how well loved he is, it is easier to accept: death has been in the wings for a while. But when a young man perishes unexpectedly, his devoted wife, who has had every expectation of many more happy years together, suddenly finds herself profoundly alone-- and descends into a powerful grief that lasts for years upon years.

She sighed—every sublime moment must come with a bereft hour.

Some men's deaths left little besides unfulfilled obligations and the inconvenience of a corpse. The departure of others tore holes in the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to know them.

He walked to the grandfather clock and pretended to check the time on his watch, when he wanted to grab the poker next to the grate and smash everything in the room. The children they were going to have. The life they were going to share. Everything slashed and burned in a vicious assault by reality. And her, oblivious to his pain, throwing away their happiness as if it were last week's bread.

But I expect you to have vacated your post before the end of the year." The dead silence burned. He stared empty-eyed at the rain. Remember this. This was what happened when he chose to indulge himself at her expense. It was she who lost her position, her home, and her hard-won proximity to her son.

The doorbell rang. The glass slipped from his hand and broke at his feet. How long had she been gone? How did one keep track of time in Hell? He might have been in the study for days already, drinking himself into a state. But his servants hadn't returned to gaze aghast upon him yet, so it couldn't have been too long.

The man should be dead. He had been beheaded years ago, hadn't he? She wiped the rain from her eyes. But he was still there, the murderer of her child. He was still there.

Somehow he couldn't believe that this was it, that their story would end with such wretchedness, as if Hansel and Gretel had become the witch's dinner after all, or Sleeping Beauty's prince a pile of gnawed bones in the Enchanted Forest.

As she left, he began playing something as soft and haunting as the last roses of summer. She recognized it in two bars: Liebesträume. He and Mrs. Rowland had played it together that first night of their acquaintance. Even Gigi, incompetent musician that she was, could pick out that melody on the piano with one hand. Dream of Love. All that she ever had with him.

Her name is Vera. The Lady Vera Drake. And I never said she died; I said we lost her." Utter silence. "Do you understand now, Mr. Somerset?" "My God, do you mean to tell me that—that—" "Yes," said the dowager duchess.

felt empty, just as they did when Dani climbed out of them

When we mourn, it should be the loss of love that makes us grieve, not the guilt that we did something wrong.

The virus has robbed them of their youth, and it is about to rob them of the rest of their

My mother died of colon cancer one week after my eleventh birthday, and that fact has shaped my life. All that I have become and much that I have not become, I trace directly or indirectly to her death. ... In my professional and personal life, I have lived with the awareness of death's imminence for more than half a century, and labored in its constant presence for all but the first decade of that time.

If global cooling will come soon - scientists will lose trust.

The sweetness that all longed for night and day. Some tragedy might be idly guessed at--loss or illness. She had the luminosity of those about to die.

I pondered the idea that I would spend my entire life meeting people, loving people and losing people.

My solo album is dead and buried. We had the funeral. It was sad and I cried a lot but it made such a beautiful corpse that we had an open casket.

Loss aversion kicks in when it comes to savings. … Mentally and emotionally and intuitively, [I] frame savings as a loss because I have to cut my spending.

After all my possessions had been burned, God gave me the wisdom to return to Jerusalem.

Till you experience it, you think that grief is one emotion. It isn't; it is many emotions packaged into one. It's like standing at the top of a tall building and having the floor fall out.