Quotes About Loss

No one ever told you what to do when love went away. It was always about capturing love, and keeping love. Not about watching it walk out the door to die alone rather than in your arms.

For the memory of their time together was all she would ever have in the empty years to come.

The loss of Abu Talib's protection was certainly demoralizing, if not detrimental to Muhammad's physical security. But returning home after one of his painfully violent revelatory experiences, or after suffering another indignity from the Quraysh—his head covered in dirt, his tunic defiled with blood—and not having Khadija there to wrap him in her cloak and hold him in her arms until the terror subsided must have been an unimaginable sorrow for the Prophet.

Breeders say you always look for the great one you lost. You watch every puppy in case he's the one. I will. I lost a great one. But I had him. And I'll recognize him. I cry for Ben, not because I lost him, but because he had to leave and I know how much he wanted to stay with me.

Quemar dinero inocente es un acto de canibalismo

Pienso, luego existo. De acuerdo, pero no tenía un centavo. Todas las otras pérdidas tenían un sentido trágico, una cualidad, digamos así, simbólica: la lengua natal, la patria, los amigos. Pero ¿y el dinero? Sin dinero ¿Cómo iba a hacer, no ya para pensar sino, más directamente, para existir?

Sheep used to have wings. One flew into the sky and all the others followed. They took their wings off while feeding in the warm sun but the wind blew away their wings so they couldn't fly anymore. They had to return to earth by drifting to where the sky curves down and touches the land, and then walk round the long way.. i like that..

If you bind too strongly to things and people, when they disappear, it will not go maybe even a part of ourselves?

ÖzgürlüÄŸünü yitirdikten sonra, yitirecek baÅŸka neyin kal?yor ki?

Öfke her zaman korkudur ve korku hep kaybetme korkusudur.

McVries opened his eyes and smiled again. The next instant He was gone.

Pero era evidente que le había dolido. Le había dolido antes, de la peor manera, al advertir que el dejaría de existir mientras el universo seguiría girando igual que siempre, intacto e insensible.

No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wings. - Garraty's thoughts on death and dying, The Long walk

The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wing.

I am the father that killed his son, the fine green branch; there is no hand or shelter to help me. I am a raven that has no home; I am a boat going from wave to wave; I am a ship that has lost its rudder; I am the apple left on the tree; it is little I thought of falling from it; grief and sorrow will be with me from this time.

Do you know what happens when you play a country song backwards? You get your wife back, your dog back and your job back.

I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

If I Should Die Before You Do When you wake up from death, you will find yourself in my arms, and I will be kissing you, and I will be crying.

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.

Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it

In a Cafe I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

Finding is Losing Something Else" Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. in A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan," California Living (16 May 1971)