Quotes About Loss

You have filled me with death, with your breath of death.

You have lost your honey tongue, it seems. Have you no greeting for me after so many years? I grieved for you and searched for you, always hoping you still lived. How crue is fate to give me this reassurance but to put a wasp of a changeling in your place.

Khaster is dead," Taropat said. "He was killed by the man you would have me serve. You are all under his spell. I pity you.

What lived in the room was never far from Daniel's mind. It lurked there, like something he didn't want to to do and had forcibly forgotten, or something to be face in the future that he dreaded. What lived there was the ghost of his former love.

He, like his brother, the sad Mikha'il, had a wound above the heart that never healed.

He sensed that Lily and Owen were alive, but they had been seized by the same creatures that had killed Israel. And whatever had taken them wanted him, too. It was collecting Shem's followers.

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

I loved and lost too many times, but in Samuel found peace. In his innocence and inexperience, he lacked the brutal qualities of men who awake the beast with me.

Leila felt as if he was a fluid in her hands, dripping away.

The power is in the land and in our blood, but we have lost that special connection with the sea. It has been severed.

You have lost control and will do whatever you can to salvage your position. This is why you are so calm in the face of all that's happened today.

Everything I had was taken from me and I was shaped into a monster!

There was a feyness about him, something tragic, which might be his stolen heritage.

The affair did not last, and what you have heard is no doubt the poison that lingers in a broken heart.

Grief has become her whole being, her religion. Now, she has been told that, in part, it was a false belief.

You have been my solace, my exorcism, but perhaps my place is beside his tomb, celibate and beautiful.

There are many forms of death and not all are final.

A person yearning for suicide is afraid of nothing, surely. And this incredible twin, rising through the water wearing his own face, seemed a terrible thing to face. He was afraid of losing himself to the vision, the bright Finnigin that had risen to rebirth.

My lady was just a vague shadow further up the road, tireless. I was afraid of losing her, believing that if I paused to rest, she would simply vanish forever.

Daniel was his strength, his psychic eye. But it had been plucked out.

I realise, as I stand swaying on the splintered slabs, that I have lost the thread of real life. It is stretching to an infinite thinness. And I am losing the equally fragile thread of sanity; it will not be long.

The Khaster that should have been had disappeared deep inside him.

Almorante's fey mystic was gone for good. He remembered how he was that time in Recolletine with Khaster and how it seemed now as if that boy had never lived. He'd believed he was clever enough to guide Khaster and himself through dangerous waters to safety, but he'd been careless, too confident. He still had his shine, but it was the radiance of a black sun now, full of poison.

Before he entered its shadow, Ays glanced back at the cavern he was leaving. He moured the loss of light, but braced himself for another more difficult stage of the journey.