Quotes About Loss

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else.. in such a way do the days pass.. I see all that I love falling away.. books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited..

No war can be won without young men dying. Those things which are precious are saved only by sacrifice.

He's dying, is still trying to save her, because he's not going to let Jade die in these waters like his daughter did. It's what dads do. It's what they're supposed to do.

Shanna was the first to go. And by "go" I mean die. And by "die" I mean get killed.

Is it really winning if everybody dies?

You said this place was haunted," Shooting Glasses tells her. "By all the ghosts of who everybody used to want to be, before they died inside," Jade says.

The phone she left behind in its foggy balloon is just recording the empty aluminum canoe now, and one blurry corner of the little cooler. But it's listening in its muted way. What it hears is the front part of Lotte's scream. She doesn't get to finish it.

I think the real question's not how are they dead, but why don't they care.

Here a giant white dog had died. The

I hated Darren, and I would have chewed my hand off just to see him one more time.

The contrast between these stories is painful but inescapable. It is not only the rainforest that is being chewed up in the industrial machine, but also human cultures 30,000 years old, ways of thinking radically different from Western approaches, plants that may never be seen again, and things that many of us will never know we lost.

Killing off mature ecosystems results in the loss of cultural learning among the world's ecosystem communities. Or as Albert Einstein once observed, "Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.

Una consecuencia aún más importante del deísmo es la pérdida de la fe. En la medida en que la razón es la norma, la fe pierde, y los teístas del siglo XVIII lo sabían.

What he called his own personal night was about the feeling of being nothing, of having no worth, of having spent himself in a war nobody cared about, and having given up everything that was important and good.

Grief is the midwife of your capacity to be immensely grateful for being born.

Anthropologists who study the wretched consequence of conquest, language loss, and ethnic cleansing say that it only takes two generations of rupture to sever the chord binding people to their ancestors and their ability to be at Home.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

I have often heard people who might sit with him on the lawn, ask him to translate some of it. But he always refused. One couldn't translate it, he said. It lost so much in the translation that it was better not to try. It was far wiser not to attempt it. If you undertook to translate it, there was something gone, something missing immediately.

Enkidu, my brother, whom I loved so dearly, who accompanied me through every danger-- the fate of mankind has overwhelmed him. For six days I would not let him be buried, thinking, 'If my grief is violent enough, perhaps he will come back to life again.

Are you a storyteller, Thomas Covenant?" Absently he replied, "I was, once." "And you gave it up? Ah, that is as sad a tale in three words as any you might have told me. But a life without a tale is like a sea without salt. How do you live?" ... Unconsciously, he clenched his fist over his ring. "I live." "Another?" Foamfollower returned. "In two words, a story sadder than the first. Say no more -- with one word you will make me weep.

This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.

I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves.

He sighed and shook his head slowly. 'And there will be no bringing back the light once it has gone.