Quotes About Loss

Love lost, is still love...You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory.

Seberapa banyak pun kau mengumpulkan hari-hari sepanjang hidupmu, semua takkan cukup untuk menggantikan satu hari itu, satu hari yang ingin sekali bisa kau miliki lagi.

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those scenes weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end, she said. Love doesn't.

Kai laiko turi be galo, niekas neb?ra ypatinga. Be netek?i? ar aukos mes nesugebame ?vertinti to, k? turime.

What profits a man if he gains the whole world, but loses his soul?

SACRIFICE, THE CAPTAIN said. You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father. A man goes to war

When the news came that his father had died—slipped away, a nurse told him, as if he had gone out for milk—Eddie felt the emptiest kind of anger, the kind that circles in its cage. Like most workingmen's sons, Eddie had envisioned for his father a heroic death to counter the commonness of his life.

He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. "I loved her," he whispered. The Reb nodded. "I mean… I really loved her." The man broke down. "And… I almost told her once." The Reb looked at me sadly. "Nothing haunts like the things we don't say.

Beginnings and endings are earthly ideas. I go on. And because I go on, you go on with me. Feeling loss is part of why you are on Earth. Through it, you appreciate the brief gift of human existence, and you learn to cherish the world I created for you. But

Mom?" I whispered. I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever

A freed soldier is often furious. The days and nights he lost, the torture and humiliation he suffered—it all demands a fierce revenge, a balancing of the accounts.

He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around.

When someone passes, Benjamin, people always ask, 'Why did God take them? A better question would be 'Why did God give them to us?' What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared?

When someone passes, people always ask, 'Why did God take them?' A better question would be 'Why did God give them to us?' What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared?

Fear is how you lose your life.. a little bit at a time... What we give to fear, we take away from.. faith.

When someone passes, Benjamin, people always ask, 'Why did God take them?' A better question would be 'Why did God give them to us?' What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared? Didn't you have such moments with Annabelle?

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. What if you got it back?

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

That death doesn't just take someone, it mosses someone else, and in that small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

As we look back on things, what haunts us the most is not the struggle. Not the disease. The fact that the years pass and we say, Chika would have been eight or Chika would have been nine, or, one day, Chika would be in college now, drinking coffee. It's not the time she spent battling we lament. It's the growing up she missed. The time she didn't get. The future she never saw. That still seems so unfair.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two;

Kematian mengakhiri hidup, bukan hubungan.

You lose something every day you live, Annie. Sometimes it's as tiny as the breath you just expelled, sometimes it's so big you think you won't survive it." He took her left hand. "But you do, right?

What if I lose you?" "You can't lose your mother, Charley.