Quotes About Loss

There has never been a protracted war from which a country has benefited.

He is gone...Gazing upon that noble face, I thought he looked like a God. Peace and serenity and grandeur were enthroned upon his countenance, and no one felt that they could give way to noisy demonstration. It was the silent grieving of falling tears and moaning hearts that respected him and loved him so much. The husband, the father, the leader; the chosen prophet of God, pay sleeping before our eyes never more on earth to give his words of counsel, of wisdom.

but the effects of abandonment apply to all types of loss and disconnection, whether it's loss of a job, a dream, or a friend. It may be a loss of one's home, health, or sense of purpose. Abandonment is a psychobiological process.

your feelings of despair and hopelessness are in fact temporary, and they are a normal part of grieving over a relationship. In fact, only by grappling with the feeling that your life is over can you cleanse your deepest wounds from past and present losses and build anew. Those

If the family is where we first learn about ourselves and others, it is also often the cradle of misidentity and isolation. Our false fronts, the insincere roles we adopt to survive, the ways the "victims" of loss endure and recover, combined with our interpretations (affecting both the images that appear to us and how we ourselves are perceived), the early influences that give shape to sexuality--these are the shards that each of sorts and reassembles and, finally, must pour our lives from.

For those who had known the couple in the time of their rapture, her absence from his funeral at the Church of the Madeleine on October 30, 1849, felt more like a haunting presence.

Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time.

The loss of her freedom, of these years of her twenties, ended up being nothing next to the loss of her confidence in the choices she'd made.

Something crossed his face, a pure motion like wind over water--I couldn't have guessed what emotion it was. "I'll miss you," he said.

She received the same love he extended to all humankind. He never upbraided her for leaving him, and this rationality of his, whether a put-on or not, was another shocking loss, though she knew it was enormously selfish to want the man that you no longer loved to keep pining for you. He finally, quietly let her go, let three months pass before answering one of her letters. She knew then to stop writing back.

On a soap, happiness never lasts for very long!

The consideration of change over the century is about loss, though I think that social change is gain rather than loss.

The use of pirated software in China is really quite a sizeable loss to our software producers.

My parents sold my childhood home, and I literally was 35 years old, but I cried for, like, two and a half weeks. Like, openly wailed.

I never sold any of my pieces. I had all the money I wanted. Then I would have lost my sculptures and just had more money.

There were almost 11,000 American soldiers killed in Germany in April of 1945, the last full month of the war. That's almost as many as died in June, 1944. Right to the very end, it was absolutely brutal.

I don't think any war is worth having our soldiers killed.

For us, the death of Osama bin Laden is a time of profound reflection. With his death, we remember and mourn all the lives lost on September 11. We remember and mourn all the lives lost in Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan. We remember and mourn the death of our soldiers.

The sole literary presence from my childhood was my grandfather, a Jewish immigrant from Latvia, who eccentrically copied poems into the backs of his books. After he died, when I was 8 years old, my grandmother gave his books away, and his poems were lost.

Grief is a terrible, painful place. You can't grind away on grief in a solid way and say, 'I'm going to work on this until it's over' because it will be with you for the rest of your life, whatever you do. So, you deal with it and move on.

I would have loved to record with Paul McCartney on some of his early solo recordings, wonderful music. Playing some lovely organ, perhaps. I would have loved to record with John Lennon. He was a dear friend. I had lunch with him just two days before he died.

My solo album is dead and buried. We had the funeral. It was sad and I cried a lot but it made such a beautiful corpse that we had an open casket.

I don't recognize my people anymore. I feel Somalia is lost. There is no Somalia. It is just a name.

Life in Somalia before the civil war was beautiful. When the war happened, I was 8 years old and at that stage of understanding the world in a different way.