Quotes About Loss

I loved them too and while you might lay a greater claim to them, I defy you to miss your wife any more than I'll miss my best friend or your child, who was every inch a son to me.

But Lydia's kiss had up-ended the world and Jean didn't know how to go on.

But Lydia's kiss had up-ended the world and Jean didn't know how to go on. Things were altered in a way she couldn't understand.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.

She is dancing. Away. From you now. She was just a wish. She was just. A. Wish. And her memory is all that is left for you now.

Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost And what you had And what you lost

Children lose interest in their parents when they are left. They are not sentimental. They are passionate and cold. [...] They learn to pretend. And pretense becomes the most active, the realest part, alluring as dreams. It takes place of what we think is real. - pg. 11-12

Our minds are a series of graves in a wall. Our non-entities are all there when the register is called, gluttonous creatures; sometimes they fly up like vultures to hide the faces of those we loved. A multitude of faces dwell in the graves, a rich pasturage.

Er verließ seinen Vater, Witwer seit wenigen Stunden, um, wie er sagte, "Statuen kaufen" zu gehen, und dabei schien er zu scherzen. Er war den figürlichen Nachbildungen des Schmerzes und der Ruhe schon seit früher Kindheit geneigt gewesen, seit seiner Kindheit war er ein Sammler, die Museen waren in ihm; seine Statuen waren seine Spielzeuge, ein Vorrecht derjenigen, die von Geburt an verloren sind und an ihrem Ende debütieren.

Ik laat de nabije zaken met liefde gaan om achteruit te rennen, naar al uitgedoofde tijden.

You know, he was very honest about it. He said, 'What you do not use, you lose. These computers have so much potential, but they will ruin people's brains.' He said, 'Swami, you will live to see it in the next century. I will not be here.

Twas a still, calm night and the moon's pale light Shone over hill and dale When friends mute with grief stood around the deathbed Of their loved, lost Lily Lyle. Heart as pure as forest lily Never knowing guile, Had its home within the bosom Of sweet Lily Lyle.

After her husband died, she went away to live with her eldest son, and the round house shared the fate of Sally's. Where it stood is now a ploughed field. The husband's sacrifices, the wife's romance, are as though they had never been - 'melted into air, into thin air.

When Laura visited the hamlet just before the war, the roof had fallen in, the yew hedge had run wild and the flowers were gone, excepting one pink rose which was shedding its petals over the ruin. Today, all has gone, and only the limey whiteness of the soil in a corner of a ploughed field is left to show that a cottage once stood there.

Lo extrañé mucho. Más que cualquier otra cosa de la que me haya visto obligado a desprenderme, lo que no es poco decir, y aún lo echo de menos ahora y siempre lo haré. Pero fue por una buena causa y en este mundo no podemos tener todo lo que queremos. No sería bueno para nosotros.

How can you stop mourning the missing?

It is man's only enemy - fear of lack, fear of failure, fear of sickness, fear of loss and a feeling of insecurity on some plane. Jesus Christ said: "Why are ye fearful, oh ye of little faith?" (Mat. 8:26) So we can see we

people are happy, they usually become selfish, and automatically the law of Karma is set in action. Man often suffers loss through lack of appreciation.

Qué ha sido de tu vida todos estos años, amor mío? La mía ha sido un calvario sin tí.

I felt total bad about it, and empty. Granpa said he knew how I felt, for he was feeling the same way. But Granpa said everything you lost which you had loved give you that feeling. He said the only way round it was not to love anything, which was worse because you would feel empty all the time. Granpa

And as the Cherokee walked farther from his mountains, he began to die.

Anh ch? dành t?ng m?ng s?ng c?a mình cho nh?ng kho?nh kh?c b? ?ánh c?p; th?n ch?t ?ã b?t ch??c anh, mang anh ?i th?t quá nhanh chóng.

Si apoi, in clipa despartirii, ne cuprinde deodata emotia. Ne stapanim lacrimile, dar ele ne curg pe dinauntru. N-am sa-i mai aud rasul de copil. De el se va bucura, atunci cand o va face sa rada, cel care mi-a luat locul.

Departe de tine, inima mea este aidoma unei ferestre sparte.