Quotes About Loss

I saw my evil day at hand. The sun rose dim on us in the morning, and at night it sank in a dark cloud, and looked like a ball of fire. That was the last sun that shone on Black Hawk. His heart is dead…. He is now a prisoner to the white man.

People go to Vegas, and they don't know what to do; here's what you do. You go to the casino in your hotel. On your arrival, you get $100 in quarters. Take that $100 back to your hotel room and stare at it for a long, long time. Why? Because you're never going to see them again. Then you take those quarters to the bathroom and you flush them, one by one by one. And the nice thing about that is that every so often the toilet will back up, and you'll feel like a WINNER!

Life gets old very quickly, until of course they tell you your number is up, which is when you start paying attention to the precious miracle you are about to lose.

Et ne voulez-vous pas vous amuser, c'est-à-dire, détruire, créer, réussir, perdre? bref, faire quelque chose de nouveau et de gai, sans autre arrière-pensée que de jouir, jouir de la minute présente, flottante, incertaine, fugitive, et pourtant violente comme un explosif?

I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-- Ah, she doth depart.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

I never thought I'd die alone. Another six months I'll be unknown. Give all my things to all my friends. You'll never set foot in my room again. You'll close it off, board it up. Remember the time that I spilled the cup of apple juice in the hall? Please tell mom this is not her fault.

Now Early realized that a light had gone out, and

Isn't that how it always is? Just when you think you've lost something so precious, you can't ever recover from it . . . and then, if you keep your eyes and heart open, you find that the loss has made room for something else of great value, something you would never have found otherwise?

as Sitting Bull was to lament years later, "A cold wind blew across the prairie when the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.

But if somebody dies, if something happens to you, there is a normal process of depression, it is part of being human, and some people view it as a learning experience etc.

The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.

In darkness there is death.

Years later, in 1989, my family in Chicago was at a Christmas gathering. My sister M.J. was seated next to my mother. Mom's memory was beginning to fade. My mother said, "Is Dad with us?" M.J. said, "No, Mom, Dad died a few months ago." Mom said, "There were times I could have killed him." Then there was a pause and Mom said, "I didn't, did I?" with a laugh.

But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you?' It's the sound of the Shangri-Las grown up, two kids upstairs asleep, a bottle of red wine open on the kitchen table. Sung by Agnetha, alone at the microphone, to her ex-husband in the control booth, 'The Winner Takes It All' was pure musical theatre, but frightening because it was clearly real – anyone listening knew they were intruding on the private grief of an ex-couple

Whether we knew many who died on September 11 or personally knew none, we all lost something on that day. Innocence. Security. A trust that our homeland would always be safe.

Världen vaknar enligt tidszon, men inte min människa, aldrig igen. Det här gör för ont för att ta i med ord.

Und Irene und ich, wir hatten die Sonne gesucht, Bilderbuchtage waren solche der Heilung, alles Schwere konnte sich darin auflösen. Aber seit es nur noch mich gab, nicht mehr uns beide, drohte aus jedem blauen Himmel und jeder Luft, die einen umhüllt, genau die Schwere zu kommen, die sich früher auf unseren Reisen verflüchtigt hatte. Schönes Wetter, das hieß jetzt Gefahr, Niederschlag ganz anderer Art, ein höhnisches Lachen der Sonne.

And when I gave him the urn, he weighed it in his hand and declared she wasn't quite all there—she'd weighed a full one hundred and sixty-five pounds when she was alive—so he weighed her on a scale and then sat down and worked out that there ought to be another one and three-quarter ounces of her

I called it the Hotel in the Quarry, because something inside me had been broken and crushed and carted away.

And loving a new person might even eventually dull the pain of having lost the people you have loved before, even if it didn't happen as quickly as you wanted it to. (p 99)

Wailing, keening, trying to explain the unexplainable. Trying to release himself and anyone who will listen from the prison of a human experience that cannot explain grief.