Quotes About Loss

Bir di? çektirdikten sonra bile yerinde a??zdan daha büyük bir bo?luk kald??? zannedildi?i halde, ayr?lan bir baca??n yerinde kalan uçurumun ba? dönmesine nas?l al???l?r?

I learned at that moment as ethereal tears streamed down my face and I opened the trunk to comfort a frightened little girl. There are worse things than losing. There was always winning.

Once lost, Jupiter himself cannot bring back opportunity.

It was full of dead Prussian Guards, big men, and dead Royal Welch Fusiliers and South Wales Borderers, little men. Not a single tree in the wood remained unbroken.

A large psychic void is left by a loss of faith. So many Catholics have tried so many things to replace it.

Any plan where you lose your hat is a bad plan.

She might be dead, but she was on a plane out of Turin in mid-August.

Food is a coping mechanism people are afraid of giving it up because then they'll feel confused and lost.

All the things that might have been. Everything changing before you were ready, like pages of a favourite book ripped out to reveal a different story and new characters you were supposed to relate to instantly, the old ones suddenly gone for ever.

That on any day you could pick there are thousands and thousands of little deaths, tiny tragedies, and that all of them matter.

And like all the people who lost no one, the tourists, who go to New York to cry over the rubble. I want to tell them to go home and hold their children or their lovers or their parents. I want to tell them that they are using that place as an excuse to be sad and afraid when there will be reason enough for that in their own lives if they just wait.

Little crimes like mine didn't matter anymore. Little deaths like yours didn't make a sound.

I'm not sure what good talking about stuff with a stranger week after week does for anyone. I guess therapy might be okay for people who don't really know why they're sad or angry or whatever. I'm a simple case. You're gone and I will never be the same. Never. I can talk, I can "share" until there's nothing secret left but you'll still be dead and I'll still be sad.

Ti sentì meglio?" Meglio? Quello che volevo chiederle, quello che le avrei chiesto se avessi pensato che lei potesse darmi una risposta utile era "Perché la perdita di qualcuno che ami non dovrebbe distruggerti?

Per combattere realmente il silenzio della tua morte, devo raccontare la tua storia, non la mia

So I guess every generation is doomed to fight its war, to endure the same old experiences, suffer the loss of the same old illusions, and learn the same old lessons on its own.

We had survived, but in war, a man does not have to be killed or wounded to become a casualty. His life, his sight, or limbs are not the only things he stands to lose.

Julian was diagnosed with bone cancer in the spring of 1991. The cancer spread quickly and he died of it on August 16 of that year.

COMPETED WITH YOU, MY DEAR, IN DEVOTION, VIRTUE, FRUGALITY, AND LOVE—BUT I ALWAYS LOST. I WISH EVERYONE THE SAME FATE.

Sometimes we come to gratitude too late. It's only after blessing has passed on that we realize what we had.

The last message he'd had from him was on the back of a postcard with a picture of the Duke of Edinburgh on the front, and the farewell message, handwritten in blue biro in Paul's looping, confident hand, had said, 'Suck a black man's cock for me, darling.' He had been spared blindness, then. The next he had heard was a hoarse-voiced man announcing himself as Paul's father, and Paul had died in the hospice.

1917 (or possibly 1918) poem, 'Greater Love': 'Red lips are not so red/ As the stained stones kissed by the English dead

The living always get over the dead. That's what the dead never realize. If ever the dead did come back, they'd only have been sore that somehow you managed to get over their dying at all.

Do you have a mother?" "Naturally I used to have one," I said. "A father, too, if memory serves. Only somewhere along the way I seem to have lost them both. Careless of me.