Quotes About Loss

cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it's gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.

To lose you is to spill my heart's blood. I do not know if I can bear the pain.

I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears.

Only a fool gives up his one treasure.

It is surely better to have had such a love and lost it than never to have known the joy of it at all.

The dark things that never go away, the sunny, precious things that go all too soon.

had seen enough such deaths before to know that when the cloud of sorrow hangs too heavily over a person, nothing helps; no love, no hope, no

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

He'd lost his temper with Erisa once too often, and look what had happened. The stupid woman had tried to run from him, and when she fell she'd killed his son as well as herself.

She was gone. We all knew it. But nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Still my father held her tight in his arms, as if he might preserve that last moment of life, as long as he stayed completely still. His lips were against her hair, and his eyes were closed.

Here it seemed that even shocking deaths were like a stone being dropped into a pond where the splash and the ripple closed over into stillness in no time.

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

But I know, I know my death will not kill me. Rather it is the death of others that will kill me.

Defeat begins with the fear that one had lost.

Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.

Suddenly, I ripped the book in two. And with it my heart. From the tear my insides came running out like a rotten egg. I became an empty, cast-off skin.

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

Cuestiones como «Amor al Pueblo» y la obligación social sólo tienen sentido si uno pierde algo cuando se desentiende de ellas... ¿Pero qué diablos tenía ella que perder?

Tal vez correspondiera decir que, más que perder la pasión, la habían congelado de tanto idealizarla.

Dragostea de c?min ?i obliga?ia au rost numai atata timp cat cineva pierde ceva, aruncandu-le cat colo.

I stuck a cigarette through the slit in the bandage and asked myself with a nervous fidget what I had lost along with my face.

If one accepted such reasoning, I who had lost my face was destined to be shut up forever in a solitary cell … with no roadway … and so a mask became invested with a terribly profound meaning.