Quotes About Loss

Everybody has one thing they keep, one thing that matters to them more than anything else. Life is just a process of elimination, figuring out what that one thing is. You may figure it out right at the end, just as you're losing it. If you're lucky.

All those men had died for some senseless reason, died perhaps without ever knowing exactly what they had fought to accomplish.

At that moment, he knew what death really meant and he was afraid. There was no adventure in it, no sense of purpose or choice, nothing but a sickening disgust and shock. All those men had died for some senseless reason, died perhaps without ever knowing exactly what they had fought to accomplish. Nothing was worth such terrible slaughter—nothing.

sometimes there was nothing you could do to save people; sometimes you just had to let go of them.

Il passato era solo un ricordo, un vecchio promemoria di ciò che era andato perduto. Il futuro una vaga promessa-sogni e spire di fumo. Non gli interessavano.

the world his parents and grandparents had known was gone forever, as dead as the moral and social fabric that had failed to hold it together.

You take life for granted most of the time. You live it in the moment and you don't think a lot about the future because the future seems a long way off. But when people you love die, suddenly the future seems a whole lot closer and very uncertain

You think about how fragile life is, about how quickly it goes by, how quickly things become lost. You take life for granted most of the time. You live it in the moment and you don't think a lot about the future because the future seems a long way off. But when people you love die, suddenly the future seems a whole lot closer and very uncertain.

Miles saw him as a grief-stricken recluse, hiding from the world while he mourned his dead wife. Maybe that was the way everyone saw him. But Annie's death had not created the condition; it had merely emphasized it.

The shadow of greed, attachment is. What you fear to lose, train yourself to release. Let go of fear, and loss cannot harm you.

Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.

Powerful people who lose power do not feel anguish and heartache like a jilted lover.

But who I was, who you loved, no longer exists. I have passed on. In your world, only my memory can exist. Your loyalty to me because of that memory is a part of life, but it can become disloyalty to yourself if you hold it so closely that it crowds out the rest of life.

Desperately, his mind raced as he cried, trying to make time go backward, to do it again differently, to ignore the voices, to keep hold of her hand, to save her.

Don't shed tears over those already in the ground, until after you have brought vengeance to those who put them there. There will be time enough, then.

he's the one on the x. he's already dead. i just need to go tell him.

As I watched, I was wondering how many of them were suffering from something, trying to recover from something. How many of them had lost a loved one or were suffering from a broken heart? How many of them were worried about a loved one? A child. A parent. A friend.

I pray for my mother. That if she can't ever recover what she's lost or what she's losing, that she not feel like she's lost. I pray that we make her feel necessary and valued as long as possible. That she comes to know comfort, even if I can't provide it myself.

I became a better person because of the time I spent with him, knowing him. I never got a chance to tell him that.

She heard him mutter, 'Can you take away this grief?' 'I'm sorry,' she replied. 'Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

Lessee...he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with er. Drunker. that was it.

Light died in the west. Night and tears took the Nation. The star of Water drifted among the clouds like a murderer softly leaving the scene of the crime.

When you die, the first thing you lose is your life. The next thing is your illusions.