Quotes About Loss

Nothing has changed. It's still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: it would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore.

Her heart felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and fierce. From grief over the warm and ardent love which she had lost and still secretly mourned; from anguished joy over the pale, luminous love which drew her to the farthest boundaries of life on this earth. Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs in the garden at world's end.

A veces morir es simplemente irse de un lugar, abandonar a todas las personas y las costumbres que uno quiere. Por ese motivo el exiliado que no desea morir sufre, pero el exiliado que busca la muerte, encuentra lo que antes no había conocido: la ausencia del dolor en un mundo ajeno." —La continuación

Lo más terrible es sentir en nuestra vida, en la que todo parece repetirse, la incapacidad de volver a escribir un cuento que hemos perdido.

El amargo gusto del mar, tan parecido a las lágrimas, entró en mi boca. Me desvanecí. No sé quién nos salvó, pero sea quien fuere, no se lo perdono, pues le debo haber quedado en este mundo de peleas, en lugar de haber perecido en un espléndido naufragio, abrazada a mi marido.

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.

you get up one day and somebody has taken one of the mountains away

there was nothing I could do for her, or for Miller either.

We can grieve over lost powers and memories, or rejoice over gained knowledge and maturity, according to taste.

Breaking down in tears won't help her and we don't have time to cycle through the stages of grief. Or, if it will make you feel better, I can do so quickly: This can't be — it's not fair! Why don't you take me instead, God? I'm so sad. But I have to get on with my life.

They say it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. And of course, they* are right. But more than that, loss is love. Or rather, Love guarantees loss, and loss authenticates love. It is the obverse of the same coin, the Queen's Head, the hall mark, the stamp and seal of proof.

There is no pleasure in this world like the company of friends," said the Mouse, "and no pain like losing them.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

And then you discover what you should have known all along: that it takes only one bad day to turn your life upside down. That there's nothing you can have, nothing you've earned, nothing you've paid for with blood and loss and suffering…that the world can't take away from you.

Every day there's something which makes me think 'I'd better ask Dad about that, I wonder what Mother would say…' and then I remember, and the day seems a little colder.

Not really. An anthropomorphic, Johnny Squarefoot, and one of the Merlins, late European version. Both important to their friends and family, no doubt, but no great loss to the town.

Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.

The next worse thing to a battle lost is a battle won.

Every love story is a requiem.

How are the mighty fallen and the weapons of war perished!

It was not the lover she regretted,' wrote a Swiss imperial tutor, who understood their relationship. 'It was the friend.

I'd never have married', said Alexei to the sobbing Natalya, 'if I'd known our time was to be so short,

In 1267, a pilgrim, the old Spanish rabbi known as Ramban, mourned her eclipse: I compare you, my mother, to the woman whose son died in her lap and painfully there is milk in her breasts and she suckles the pups of dogs. And despite all that, your lovers abandoned you and your enemies desolated you, but faraway they remember and glorify the Holy City.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.