Quotes About Loss

Sí, sí, el depósito de su virilidad, el origen de su fuerza, se encontraba mellado, exhausto, agónico, perdido y absolutamente sordo y desmotivado....

We're family," Alyss said. Redd snorted. "Is that supposed to mean something?" Family," Alyss said again, trying to convince herself more than Redd. Don't talk to me about family! You were never disowned by your parents!" I'd rather have been disowned by them then see them murdered.

Having been away from you offical duties," Arch said as the Miller's hand lowered to his side, "you might not have hearc, but I've developed a weapon capable of destroying all of Boaderland, Wonderland, Morgavia, Unterlan and who knows what else. I call it WILMA, which stands for Weapon of Inconceivable Loss and Massive Annihilation. It also happens to be the name of one of my former wives, who had to be put down on account of her feisty temper.

They found Caddo in the lounge of Oridin's house chewing on a book of logarithms. His mind was gone. He could only babble figures. His fingers twitched with cramps from writing with a pencil and punching the keys of the calculating machine.

La ?aptezeci ?i doi de ani, viitorul e ceea ce jelesc. Din facultate n-am uitat-o niciodat? pe Ma?a în Pesc?ru?ul spunând Sunt în doliu dup? via?a mea.

Risk a lot to save a lot, risk a little to save a little, and risk nothing for what is already lost."

Personally, I think, so what? Money's just a thing and things change. That's what I've found. One minute something's really there, right next to you, and you can cuddle up to it. The next it just melts away, like a Hershey's kiss.

Sometimes something vanishes, and afterwards you can't stop looking at the place where it used to be.

James left us, taking his great, informed soul with him.

Draped across an armchair lay his famous long black coat, empty now, and hollow with missing him.

Pain, the idea that something that is gone forever can nonetheless remain so cruelly alive.

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you'll never miss a mother's love Till she's buried beneath the clay.

The American conscience died with the Kennedys.

Dear: I am dying without you, and I won't be dying long. But don't come. Best always, Frank

His stories were so popular that Edwin Lefèvre, the author of the articles in the Saturday Evening Post, assembled them into a bestselling book, Reminiscences of a Stock Operator.24 During the years after the book's publication, Livermore lost the entire $100 million he had made betting on the markets, and then shot himself

In Shubert Alley that night, I had unwittingly reached the threshold of an entire landscape of alleys that would lead to a world of theaters, each a house packed with strangers both generous and mean, shabby and grand. It was to be a life full of the transitory moments, double-edged with ecstasy and loss, that I had already come to think of as the theater.

The Lord has a unique way of preparing His servants for His work. It's one that involves transformation. And transformation always involves emptying, suffering, and loss. Humanity's way is to hand you a method. Divinity's way is to hand you a cross.

Out of everything the depression stole from me... I miss my books the most.

Yes, but I don't think of the Teen Angel as of an age.

I explained we lost the porch to the flood. 'Father hasn't gotten around to rebuilding it, although he's quite a good carpenter. He says if Jesus was a carpenter, it's good enough for a clergyman. But I don't remember that Jesus let his house fall down.

And then there was our Siamese cat, Sarah, who had been adopted as a kitten by our big tomcat, Diego, who would lick and clean her, let her knead his tummy as if she were nursing, and sleep with her. For about a decade they were best buddies, until Diego died of old age. Even though Sarah was younger and in perfect health, she stopped eating and died two months after Diego for no reason that the veterinarian could determine.

En origen, un velatorio era un período en el que los dolientes se mantenían en velo junto a una persona muerta en su casa. Es muy probable que los velatorios empezaran a practicarse con la esperanza de que la persona amada volviera a la vida, o para tener la certeza absoluta de que estaba muerta antes del entierro.

Para sobrellevar la pérdida, y aliviar nuestro propio terror a la mortalidad, a menudo contemplamos la muerte como una transición a otra vida. No tenemos evidencia de esta notable innovación mental en ningún otro animal.