Quotes About Loss

I don't imagine I'll ever get over missing him, Raymond said. Some things you don't get over. I believe this'll be one of them.

And they had folded his brother's hands across his suited chest, as if he would be preserved in this sanguine pose forever, but only the heavy callouses visible at the sides of his hands seemed real. It was only the callouses that appeared to be familiar and believable.

That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got lost in the evening and then found her way home in the dark by the streetlights of town and so returned to the people who loved her. And in the fall the days turned cold and the leaves dropped off the trees and in the winter the wind blew from the mountains and out on the high plains of Holt County there were overnight storms and three-day blizzards.

Lon had lost another West Point friend and comrade-in-arms. The war seemed far from resolution, and the humiliations of the most recent battle made the deaths of the noble Dimick and Kirby difficult to accept.

Lon not only lost his horse; he was struck in the breast by a bullet, but his dispatch book and pistol, which were tucked in his breast pocket, took the full impact of the projectile. "It only knocked the breath out of my body," he remembered.

FATBACK'S DEAD" The words on the slip of paper struck me like a blow. "Fatback's dead." It was not just the news itself, though the words cut deep. It was the very fact of the note, stuck on my windshield on the Red Lake Indian Reservation in northern Minnesota

there are four factors that create irrational market behavior: overconfidence, biased judgments, herd mentality, and loss aversion.

And if you buy the new issue after it begins trading, usually at a higher price, you are even more certain to lose.

PLATO A CAUTIONARY TALE He lost his gold, And he, finding the first man's gold, Lost his belt, And then he who lost his gold Found the other man's belt And hanged himself.

Listen, as Commander-in-Chief, I grieve for any loss of life. And I stand in -- I send my deepest sympathies to the loved ones who grieve over the loss of a soldier, a loved one. But the cause is a good cause, because we will never forget the lessons of 9/11. This is a part of the war on terror. And the effect of what we have done in Iraq and what we're doing in Iraq will be a very positive effect on future generations of Americans, and that's very important for people to understand.

Alas! how few look back upon their youth, Who glean not from the past the unwelcome truth That Time, of stealthy step and pinion grey, Brings no new joy like that he takes away!

Safia cried day and night as if she too had a hard time connecting this world with the one she'd left behind.

'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have lost at all.

I am a miser of my memories of you And will not spend them. When they were anticipations I spent them And bought you with them, But now I have exchanged you for memories, And I will only pour them from one hand into the other And back again.

There is a chill deeper than that of death, In the return of the beloved and not of love. And there is no warmth for it But the warmth of a world which needs more than the sun-- Or the warmth of lament for beauty, Which is graven on many stones.

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised, Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross, For whatsoever symbol thou art prized, Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss! Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross?

The sadness inherent in any memory comes from the fact that its object is forgetting.

Delia Siffoni já era louca, e o desaparecimento de seu filho único a deixou louca. Entrou num frenesi. Espetáculo prodigioso, cartão-postal perene, cinema transcendental, cena das cenas: ver uma louca ficar louca. É como ver Deus.[...]

La tristeza inherente al recuerdo proviene de que su objeto es el olvido.

She was always losing customers; it was a miracle she had any left. New ones were always appearing, that was the thing. Her supernatural velocity attracted them, like moths to a candle.

True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

Last night I lost the world, and gained the universe.

When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.