Quotes About Loss

Death! I had not thought Death had undone so many

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320 Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

I thought that if I died To you, I who had only been a ghost to you, You might be able to find the road back To a time when you were real -

Dust in the air suspended, Marks the place where a story ended.

One thing you cannot know: The sudden extinction of every alternative, The unexpected crash of the iron cataract. You do not know what hope is, until you have lost it. You only know what it is not to hope: You do not know what it is to have hope taken from you Or to fling it away, to join the legion of the hopeless Unrecognized by other men, though sometimes by each other.

Wavering between the profit and the loss In this brief transit where the dreams cross The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying

Well! and what if she should die some afternoon, Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose; Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand With the smoke coming down above the housetops; Doubtful, for a while Not knowing what to feel or if I understand Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon . . . Would she not have the advantage, after all? This music is successful with a "dying fall" Now that we talk of dying— And should I have the right to smile?

Dov'è la Vita che abbiamo perduto vivendo? Dov'è la saggezza che abbiamo perduto sapendo? Dov'è la sapienza che abbiamo perduto nell'informazione?

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.

I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated?

Nessun maggior dolore Che di ricordar del tempo felice Nella miseria. . . .

The more rapacious, to take what I never had; The more unpardonable, to taunt me with not having it. Had you taken what I had, you would have left me at least a memory Of something to live upon.

You do not know what hope is, until you have lost it. You only know what it is not to hope: You do not know what it is to have hope taken from you, Or to fling it away, to join the legion of the hopeless Unrecognised by other men, though sometimes by each other.

That sudden comprehension of the death of hope

God gives us all youth, and the takes it away again. What have you gained to offset that loss? Patience? Perhaps a little wisdom? Then be patient, and perhaps you'll also be wise. (Miriamele)

When you were old, did your memories crowd out your other thoughts? Or did you lose them—your childhood, your hated enemies, your friends?

Of all the songs we Zida'ya sing, she (Aditu) murmured, the closest to our hearts are those which tell of things lost. Perhaps that is because none of us can show something's value until it is gone, said Josua.

He shouldn't have had to die. Nobody should have to die, Miriamele said slowly. Especially while they're still alive.

As solemn music played, vying with the harsh wind to be heard, the thought came to many of those who watched that although Sesuad'ra's defenders had won an improbable and heroic victory, they had paid dearly for it. The fact that they had defeated only the tiniest portion of the forces arrayed against them, and had lost nearly half their number in doing so, made the winter-shrouded hillcrest seem an even colder and lonelier place.

My mother was mad, as I suppose I too am now mad. What else can people be who have their entire lives snatched away from them, and for no greater crime than being what they are? The choking, stifling unfairness of it is a permanent sore -- one that can be lived with but never forgotten.

Noel ruhu yok mu sende? diye sordu. Senin kahrolas? ampullerin yüzünden uyuyamad???m dördünce gece ruhumu kaybettim.

That's the hardest thing to cope with when a young person dies—especially when they've been murdered. The unfulfilled dreams, the unrealized potential. The people close to them—family, friends—thought they had so much time to make up for mistakes, plenty of time down the road to tell that person they loved them. Suddenly that time is gone.

Ozorne, my precious, where are you? - Rikash Moonsword

Men died as she watched, and they didn't care about what they had fought for.