Quotes About Loss

So long as we can lose any happiness, we possess some.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

We don't appreciate what we have until it's gone. Freedom is like that. It's like air. When you have it, you don't notice it.

We don't appreciate what we have until it's gone. Freedom is like that. It's like air. When you have it, you don't notice it.

Loneliness was also the young woman in black who came almost every day to the Polytechnic. She knew exactly which of all the tangled skeletons lying on the cold concrete were those of her little girl and her husband. She would go straight to one of the sixty-four doors of Murambi and stand in the middle of the room before two intertwined corpses: a man clutching a decapitated child against him. The young woman in black prayed in silence, and then left.

The more common method of getting rid of an evil, is to merge it in a greater. Thus, if one suffers a loss of half his fortune at play, he overcomes his mortification by--losing the other half. The most ingenious expedient of this kind, was that of the indigent gentleman of rank, who married his washerwoman to get rid of her bill against him.

Because you let our love just fall apart You no longer have my heart

The dead are always available to us, just not how we'd prefer.

A family is a risky venture, because the greater the love, the greater the loss... That's the trade-off. But I'll take it all.

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We had six healthy months and then six not-so-healthy months. I don't call them 'good' or 'bad' months. They're all good if you're doing the right thing. Do you know what I mean?" "Yeah," Augie says. "I know what you mean." "I made sure Hank was here when Doris died. We were both with her.

She would never forget her beautiful little boy. Never. No matter what. Not for a second. That was what she realized. You don't move past something like that—you learn to live with it. No matter how much pain you are in. You don't fight that pain. You don't push it away. You embrace it and let it become a part of you. It's the only way. The only thing more painful than remembering Matthew was the idea she might actually forget him.

Her life hadn't just taken detours or even gone off the rails. It was as though the rails had vanished beneath her. A person needs answers. A person needs them to make some kind of sense. They

Death teaches you that. You would give anything, forgive anything, for just one more second. . . .

you have to be ready for pain. One doesn't come without the other. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have to worry about losing you.

He straightened out his car and shifted into drive. His foot pressed down upon the pedal. The speedometer climbed. Myron's face twisted into a mask of incognizant fury. Tears sheeted down his cheeks but no sound came with them. He drove without really seeing. When

All love stories," Maya's father had told her many years ago, "end in tragedy." Maya had shaken her head and said, "God, Dad, that's grim." "Yes, but think about it: You either fall out of love, or, if you're really one of the lucky ones, you live long enough to watch your soul mate die." Maya

I wanted to tell her that I loved her and appreciated her and wanted us, especially now that Mom was gone, to be closer, that I know Mom would have wanted that. But I couldn't. I hugged her instead. Selma stiffened at first, startled by my aberrant display of affection, but then she relaxed. "It'll be okay," she told me. I

Megan looked into Agnes's frightened face. Agnes had been so sharp just a few years back—funny and cutting and wonderfully ribald.

They don't smile like that anymore. They were good kids, well-adjusted and all, but there was still an inescapable, underlying sadness. When you looked closely, the smiles were more cautious now, a wince in the eye, a fear of what else might be taken from them.

Declarations of love or loss were meaningless to her. It was like playing catch with yourself. It had to go two ways.

I think I left her first. At least emotionally. She left me because in part I left her.

few things, I assure you, will devastate like the might-have-beens).

Frank Ache stopped. He sniffled, used a once-giant hand to wipe his face. His receding hairline was gone now, though big tufts stayed on the side. His dark olive skin was now the gray of a city street after a rainstorm. "What