Quotes About Loss

The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; a million is a statistic.

This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic. Quoted by someone with a very sick imagination but misattributed to Stalin

Nothing could be more fearful than losing one's freedom. To be confined. Never to see a golden cloudburst or rivers of sunlight on dark flowers. never to walk your own cultivated furrows. And the memory dangled over his heart like the sword of Damocles.

A shocking five thousand US sailors and naval officers were killed during the Guadalcanal campaign

lifeless body, lying twisted and

her old friends. Later, when they had a few minutes alone, she mentioned to Ben that tomorrow would be a difficult day for Lucy. 'God only knows how she'll cope when she goes to the churchyard and sees little Jamie's grave. It's bound to bring it all back with a vengeance.' Ben had few doubts. 'Your mother will cope like she always does,' he assured her. 'She's the strongest, most determined woman I

I have been at the bedsides of the dying, who looked puzzled at their family's grief as they left a world in which they had never felt at home.

Why do philosophers in the South so often end as newspapermen, poets as doctors? Maybe they crave what's found in pain and loss: a sense of living among other human beings. They'll give up dreams for that.

It isn't that nothing is left. It is that what remains is such an old sad ghost of the thing that used to be, and he can't bear lying down with the vestiges.

Health is like money–we never have a true idea of its value until we lose it.

Men mourn for what they have lost women for what they ain't got.

What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul I suppose this depends somewhat upon the size of the soul. I think there are cases where the trade would do.

Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

Why did we all crave love so badly when half the time it left us annihilated?

He won't feel a fraction of what I do for you. You won't change his life. And you will always wonder about what could have been, always feel that funny little ache right here." He puts his hand over your heart.

It's one thing to give yourself permission to grieve. It's another to let loss define your life. If you let the loss become more important than everything that went before, you make everything that went before meaningless.

I wanted her note to say that I was a red hole dug out of the guts of her, a seeping wound that hadn't healed a lick in the twenty-odd years since she had left me.

She had shown Laura that David was less hers than she had ever thought and the pieces of him she did own were being taken.

the way we ended things was not uncommon for kids like us. She said we'd lost enough in our short lives to want to cauterize our wounds before they happened. We burned our connection closed before we felt the holes.

He had lost his child; he knew how fast things could spin out of control. He knew a person could lose anything in half a heartbeat.

The wold was full of us, the leftovers and the leavers, the bereaved and the broken.

At least in America, you lose your house, you can get it back from the bank. In Israel, you lose it to the rockets.