Quotes About Loss

Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Mountains and skyscrapers and grand ideas are brought down to eye level or below. Great loves and large hates no longer cast such huge shadows or span so broad a distance. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.

they had not come home, but had left one familiar place of painful memory for another strange place with none. The

Death, where is thy string? It is here in my heart, and my mind, and my memories.

And my seven-year-old world humpty-dumptied, never to be put back together again.

I reasoned that I had given up some youth for knowledge, but my gain was more valuable than the loss.

Maya Angelou @DrMayaAngelou Our Summer's gone The golden days are through The rosy dawn I used to wait with you Has turned to gray My life has turned to blue.- Maya Angelou's poem with Nancy Wilson's song My Life Has Turned To Blue. We send our deepest condolences to the family of #NancyWilson

In a Time In a time of secret wooing Today prepares tomorrow's ruin Left knows not what right is doing My heart is torn asunder. In a time of furtive sighs Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes Half-truths told and entire lies My conscience echoes thunder. In a time when kingdoms come Joy is brief as summer's fun Happiness, its race has run Then pain stalks in to plunder.

I hate to lose something," then she bent her head, "even a dime, I wish I was dead. I can't explain it. No more to be said. 'Cept I hate to lose something.

When great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

She would have been more surprised than I had she taken me in her arms and wept at losing me. Her world was bordered on all sides with work, duty, religion and her place. I don't think she ever knew that a deep-brooding love hung over everything she touched.

In a time of secret wooing Today prepares tomorrow's ruin Left knows not what right is doing My heart is torn asunder. In a time of furtive sighs Sweet hellos and goodbyes Half-truths told and entire lies My conscience echoes thunder. In a time when kingdoms come Joy is brief as summer's fun Happiness its race has run Then pain stalks in to plunder.

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters of a worn-through soul. Moans Deep swan song Blue farewell of a dying dream.

If I have my way, you'll have her no longer.

Inch by inch, they chipped away until soon there would be nothing left to salvage.

You gave me the confidence and independence to fly. I want that back again, Carson. You taught me so much. You gave me the world. The problem is when you left, you took my world with you. And I want it back again. I want to live and not be this hollow shell of myself that I've been since you died.

Because they weren't you.

Only the memories.

The music touched her, haunted her, because it was so beautiful and because she had never waltzed to it in her true love's arms. And never would.

And that's that as you get older, you lose things, things you don't necessarily want to lose.

I was dead, and I hadn't even been able to attend my own funeral.

suddenly up and died. Really.

Treat your parents with loving care for you will only know their value when you see their empty chair.

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