Quotes About Loss

Tom watched his wife from the doorway, watched as she demonstrated how she had been killed. Though he had thought himself wrung out of tears, he wept, quietly, unashamedly, as Catherine showed off the simple movement that had left her little more than a living corpse.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

I got so used to saying good-bye that when he disappeared for real I didn't notice.

availability bias—making decisions on the basis of more recent and more accessible information loss aversion—the strong preference to avoid a loss rather than to make an equivalent gain selective cognition—taking on board facts and arguments that fit with our existing frames risk bias—underestimating the likelihood of extreme events, while overestimating our ability to cope with them.

I know how it feels to have a comfortable world suddenly turn against you,' I replied. 'My husband died, and poverty made my sorrow ten times

Odoru aho ni miru aho onaji aho nara odorana son son! You're a fool to dance, A fool to watch, Well, if you're a fool either way, What a loss not to dance, a loss, a loss!

For if any adversity, grief, or sickness, or loss of children, corn, cattle, or liberty happen unto them, by and by they exclaim upon witches.

the Rokuj? lady was much more than a passing affair, and something in the way you wrote it made me certain: you must have loved someone else, someone young, not Akio's father. And that person died, didn't he? At the front." "Yes." Mieko said the one word, and nothing more.

There are some things in this world you can never get back... There's no reclaiming that piece of the past. Don't you think it'd be better to abandon it completely and consider instead what you did wrong and learn from it?

I am always grieved when a man of real talent dies, for the world needs such men more than heaven does.

The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

l'imagination m'apportait des délices infinies. En recouvrant ce que les hommes appellent la raison, faudra-t-il regretter de les avoir perdues...? My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?...

I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed: My only star is dead,- and my constellated lute Bears the black Sun of Melancholia.

Je suis le ténébreux, — le veuf, — l'inconsolé, Le prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie : Ma seule étoile est morte, — et mon luth constellé Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie." "I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed: My only star is dead,- and my constellated lute Bears the black Sun of Melancholia.

När mammor dör, då förlorar man ett av väderstrecken. Då förlorar man vartannat andetag, då förlorar man en glänta. När mammor dör, växer det sly överallt.

In response to my question, brother shook his head. "Then he's dead," I said. And repeated myself , something I don't often do: "Then he's dead." What is strange was that when I uttered those words, nothing happened. The state of the universe was no worse than usual. Sleeping the same old sleep, everything continued to wear down as if nothing was amiss.

The flesh was falling from the bones of those I loved, and all the mountain flowers were crushed and broken.

So many people live in fear, fear of losing what they have, the little job that provides their daily bread, the wife they have managed to acquire, fear for their health, fear on account of their children, fear at the thought of old age.

Victorious troops are those who kill more, and here we were the victims. This put the finishing touch to our demoralisation. The soldiers had lost conviction long ago. Now they lost confidence.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

As for his friends, he no longer had any. One after another they had all dropped away, as though friendship had become a burden which he had at first made every effort to shoulder and then had gradually realised that there was no need for and let go, and it had gone.

I, Electra, fingering my garments and my face, for in hours I was changed. Now I am merely one who has killed.

Yo no me explico el amor sino por los muertos, que ya no pueden traicionar ni desgajar la ilusión.