Quotes About Loss

And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.' Well, that's harmless, isn't it?' Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it's just a word.

When much is taken, something is returned.

Men marched away, Vimes. And men marched back. How glorious the battles would have been that they never had to fight!

I'm not cruel, sir, I won't shoot you in the guts, but I will make you realize how much you took your toes for granted.

All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ . . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.

Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.

To Tiffany's surprise, Nanny Ogg was weeping gently. Nanny took another swig from her flagon and wiped her eyes. 'Cryin' helps sometimes,' she said. 'No shame in tears for them as you've loved. Sometimes I remember one of my husbands and shed a tear or two. The memories're there to be treasured, and it's no good to get morbid-like about it.

All he had was nothing, but that was something, and now it had been taken away.

After my wife was killed in that pogrom in Russia, I came to England with only my tools, and when I saw the white cliffs of Dover, alone without my wife, I said, God, today I don't believe in you anymore. What did God say? Dodger had asked. Solomon had sighed theatrically, as if he had been put upon by the question, and then smiled and said, "Mmm, God said to me, 'I understand, Solomon; let me know when you change your mind.

Dead?' said Rincewind. In the debating chamber of his mind a dozen emotions got to their feet and started shouting. Relief was in full spate when Shock cut in on a point of order and then Bewilderment, Terror and Loss started a fight which was ended only when Shame slunk in from next door to see what all the row was about.

Death stripes away many things, especially when it arrives at a temperature hot enough to vaporize iron ... The immortal remains of Brother Watchtower watched the dragon flap away into the fog ....

Mind how ye go, hag o' hags. Ye'll be sore missed.

It was like rising slowly out of a pink cloud, or a magnificent dream which, try as you might, drains out of your mind as the daylight shuffles in, leaving a terrible sense of loss; nothing, you know instinctively, nothing you're going to experience for the rest of the day is going to be one half as good as that dream.

Let the Queen do the fighting cos if you lose the King, you've lost everything.

Grief dares us to love once more.

We borrow. We steal. We purchase what we need and buy what we don't. We acquire things, people, places, all in the process of losing ourselves. Busyness is the religion of distraction. I cannot talk to you, because I have too much to do.

Your voice is the wildest thing you own," Brooke says to me. "And you're giving it away. You can't see it. Your obsession is blinding you." He is angry. He is talking in shorthand. "You're losing yourself.

Wilderness holds an original presence giving expression to that which we lack, the losses we long to recover, the absences we seek to fill. Wilderness revives the memory of unity. Through its protection we can find faith in our humanity.

We are a tribe of fractured individuals who can now only celebrate remnants of wildness.

Freedom is a word like "love" or "health" that teeters on the edge of cliché until you don't have one or the other and you wish like hell that you did.

How do we not fall into a perpetual state of despair? My father said to me the other day, We have to stare it down. IT being grief. IT being everything he can't control like age, the waning strength of his legs, or the loss of another son.

Friendships are broken all the time. So are hearts.

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