Quotes About Loss

Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don't understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.

That sense of loss grew within the hearts of the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

Still, the painful death of that unicorn had been satisfying to watch

AFTER ALL, ONE OF THE DEFINING elements of a traumatic experience—particularly one that is so traumatic that one dissociates because there is no other way to escape from it—is a complete loss of control and a sense of utter powerlessness. As a result, regaining control is an important aspect of coping with traumatic stress.

Why do money and possessions so rarely bring the happiness we expect? Because they often distance us from one another, rather than bringing us closer, emphasizing status gaps, not narrowing them. And, finally, what causes much of life's most agonizing pain? This, too, is related to relationships—those we lose, fail to maintain, or that become one-sided or abusive.

demonstrated resilience and high academic achievement despite a range of adversities including poverty, traumatic loss, and community or intra-family violence.

Consequently, the most powerful rewards we can receive are the attention, approval, and affection of people we love and respect. Similarly, the most powerful pain we experience is the loss of that attention, approval, and affection- the most obvious example being, of course, the death of a loved one. This is why even our greatest intellectual, athletic, or professional triumphs seem empty if we have no one with whom to share them.

The war destroyed a third of the South's livestock and halved the value of all its real property.

When we were fighting the war we were told that we were doing right, but that we have lost it, we are told that we have been doing wrong. We are wanting to know why.

Everything has been homogenized. Over time, with television and jet travel, everybody has blended together. Some of our wonderful charm has been lost.

I can sing very comfortably from my vantage point because a lot of the music was about a loss of innocence, there's innocence contained in you but there's also innocence in the process of being lost.

There is no evidence of the soul except in its sudden absence. A nothingness enters, taking place where something was before.

There is no evidence of the soul except in tis sudden absence. A nothingness enters, taking the place where something was before. A night without stars falls and for a moment covers everything in the room.

There is no evidence of the soul except in its sudden absence. A nothingness enters, taking the place where something was before. A night without stars falls and for a moment covers everything in the room.

You count the names of the missing as you count off time

that I used to be truly loved someone you used to be once. Try not to forget me.

Stephen Colbert still mourns. "Grief," he said, "will always accept the invitation to appear. It's got plenty of time for you.

He disappears, and her endless wanderings in search of him take her to the moon, the sun, and the wind.

If you are gone [from your homeland] for fifteen years, you will not return. Even if you return, you will not return.

This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.

bore a hidden grudge against Mother for the ease with which she moved on past the loss of Father to daily routine. She never loved him, I thought, and because Father was not rooted in the heart of any woman, he also could not grow into any reality and floated eternally on the periphery of life, in half-real regions, on the edges of actuality.

I sneezed and she was gone.

I know after all the awful places you've had to go, it's hard to imagine how good heaven can be, but I've seen it, and no words can describe it...It's worth it all. We've both lost a parent, we've been beaten and bruised, and we've done through hell together. I even died. And I can tell you...giving up everything to serve God is worth it all.

My dad's not here, but he's watching in heaven.