Quotes About Loss

Plus, you've managed—in our short three years together—to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. That's kind of like a homicidal hat trick.

His brother, dead. His wife, dead. Family, friends, and heroes. All dead. You push me to seek revenge? he thought. Well, you shall have it!

Glass broke and metal tools clattered to the ground. "Have you any idea what all of that is worth?" Shezler growled, lowering his arm and advancing. "Your soul, apparently," Kelsier whispered.

Middle ground only comes in war after lots of people have died—and only after the important people are worried they might actually lose.

He had failed. No, his faith had failed him. Nothing was left to him. It was all. Just. Gone.

Sometimes, people just have to die.

The life of a person is more than the chaos of it's passing. Emotion, Ruin. This is your defeat.

There is honor in loss

If that loss brings learning.

Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting? He

Despair, hate, loss, frustration, horror. How could any man live this way? To be a surgeon, to live knowing that you would be too weak to save some? When other men failed, a field of crops got worms in them. When a surgeon failed, someone died.

They don't see losing a third of the city as a disaster—they see saving two-thirds of it as a miracle.

She took my other sense of taste. The important one. And with it went my sense of humor, my sense of decorum, my sense of purpose, and my sense of self. The last one stung the most, since it appears my sense of self is tied directly to my wit. I mean, it's in the name

People got so mad when she lost spheres. They were strange about money. Far too concerned with something that you couldn't eat—though Lift figured that was probably the point of using spheres instead of something rational, like bags of food. If you actually traded food, everyone would eat up all their money and then where would society be?

La empatía es la venta a pérdidas de las emociones. Termina compensando con el tiempo.

The scents, unfortunately, did not go away with the light. And they remained a signal, defiant as any banner, of what had happened here. Blood. The stench of burning bodies. In the end, loss and victory smelled the same.

The pain of loss was still there. It never went away. It just got buried in time, like a rock slowly being covered over by dirt.

You take the breath right out of me You left a hole where my heart should be

I have nothing left to give, I have found the perfect end, you were made to make it hurt, dissapear into the dirt

There is nothing left of you, I can see it in your eyes. Sing the anthem of the angels,and say the last goodbye...

In the window I see our ghosts against the black gloss of glass. She put her arm around me, and I think how we maybe never left the business end.

Yes, I agree with Tennyson, who wrote, " 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." But heartbreak knocks the wind out of you, and the feelings of loss and longing can make getting out of bed a monumental task. Learning to trust and lean in to love again can feel impossible.

The more difficult it is for us to articulate our experiences of loss, longing, and feeling lost to the people around us, the more disconnected and alone we feel.

Grief seems to create losses within us that reach beyond our awareness–we feel as if we're missing something that was invisible and unknown to us while we had it, but now painfully gone.