Quotes About Loss

My life ended when I was 20. Since then it's been merely a series of endless reminiscences, a dark, winding corridor leading nowhere. Nevertheless, I had to live it, surviving each empty day, seeing each day off still empty.

After you pass a certain age, things you were able to do easily aren't so easy anymore — just as a fastball pitcher's speed starts to slip away with time. Of course, it's possible for people as they mature to make up for a decline in natural talent. Like when a fastball pitcher transforms himself into a cleverer pitcher who relies on changeups. But there is a limit. And there definitely is a sense of loss.

about life after divorce. Like you're walking along as always, sure you're on the right path, when the path suddenly vanishes, and you're facing an empty space, no sense of direction, no clue where to go, and you just keep trudging along. That's what it feels like.

the mind is lost when the shadow dies.

Crying for someone else is nothing to apologize about," I told him. "Especially someone you care for, someone who's passed away

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

Un buen día, de repente, te conviertes en un hombre sin mujer. Ese día sobreviene de repente, sin mediar el menor indicio o aviso, sin corazonadas ni presentimientos, sin llamar a la puerta y sin carraspeos. Al doblar la esquina, te das cuenta de que ya estás allí. Y no puedes dar marcha atrás. Una vez que doblas la esquina, se convierte en tu único mundo. En ese mundo pasan a decir que eres uno de esos hombres sin mujeres. En un plural gélido.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it's gone forever. What I'd lost was not just Sumire. I'd lost that precious flame.

Compared to them I'm pretty used to losing. There are plenty of things in this world that are way beyond me, plenty of opponents I can never beat. Not to brag, but these girls probably don't know as much as I do about pain. And, quite naturally, there might not be a need for them to know it. These random thoughts come to me as I watch their proud ponytails swinging back and forth, their aggressive strides. Keeping to my own leisurely pace, I continue my run down along the Charles.

I might have been afraid that if I really loved someone and needed her, one day she might suddenly disappear without a word, and I'd be left all alone.

He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition. Around the dry lips sprouted clumps of whiskers like so many weeds. So, I thought, even after so much of his life force had been lost, a man's beard continued to grow.

That box contains the 'something' that was inside you. You didn't know that when you carried it here and gave it to Keiko with your own hands. Now you'll never get it back.

Al fin y al cabo, perder a una mujer consistía en eso. Perder esos momentos especiales que invalidaban la realidad, aun estando integrados en ella.

People don't just die when their time comes. They gradually die away, from the inside.

thinking of all I had lost in the course of my life: times gone for ever, friends who had died or disappeared, feelings I would never know again.

I straightened up and looked out the plane window at the dark clouds hanging over the North Sea, thinking of what I had lost in the course of my life: times gone forever, friends who had died or disappeared, feelings I would never know again.

Por profunda y fatal que sea la pérdida, por importante que sea lo que nos han arrancado de las manos, aunque nos hayamos convertido en alguien completamente distinto y sólo conservemos, de lo que antes éramos, una fina capa de piel, a pesar de todo, podemos continuar viviendo, así, en silencio.

I never had a cat again. I still like cats, though I decided at the time that that poor little cat who climbed the tree and never returned would be my first and last cat. I couldn't forget that little cat and start loving another.

Yup, you're in a strange position, all right. You're in love with a girl who is no more, jealous of a boy who's gone forever. Even so, this emotion you're feeling is more real, and more intensely painful, than anything you've ever felt before. And there's no way out. No possibility of finding an exit. You've wandered into a labyrinth of time, and the biggest problem of all is that you have no desire at all to get out. Am I right?

If we own things, we're terrified we'll lose them; if we've got nothing we worry it'll be that way forever

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything.

The things that his death gave rise to are still there, bright and clear, inside me, some of them even clearer than when they were new.

Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished.

Everything seems pointless since you left