Quotes About Loss

No one ever told me grief felt so much like fear.

It is substantially a proposition," concluded the two Northern Democrats and three Republicans, who signed the Minority Report on the bill, "to build this road and the branches on Government credit without making them the property of the Government when built. If there be any profit, the corporations may take it; if there be loss, the Government must bear it.

When people die,' she said softly, 'It doesn't necessarily mean you're ready to give them up.

Forgetting is a kind of betrayal, even if it's what happens to all grief. Time wears everything smoother as it grinds past, I suppose.

In the end, I realised it was about mourning someone and being betrayed by a second of happiness that makes you forget your loss for a moment, and then feeling worse because that unthinking instant of happiness ends up feeling like a betrayal of the lost one.

Does absence have a weight?

A soul loves most what is lost...

some will say that death

The more critical reason dominates, the more impoverished life becomes. When reason is overvalued, the individual suffers a loss. Relying more on facts and rationality than on imagination and theory detracts from the quality of a person's intellectual life.

the grief a man feels when he is forced to sacrifice his ideal and his conscious attitudes.

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A verdade é que a morte é uma brutalidade terrível - não pode haver ilusões a esse respeito -, não apenas como acontecimento físico, mas, ainda muito mais, como acontecimento psíquico: uma pessoa é-nos arrebatada e o que fica é um gélido silêncio sepulcral.

I am speaking of those who cannot tolerate the loss of myth and who can neither find a way to a merely exterior world, to the world as seen by science, nor rest satisfied with an intellectual juggling with words, which has nothing whatsoever to do with wisdom.

He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share, He must have gone crazy out there.—Michael Burton, "Night Rider's Lament

Now that they got you little girls they won't have no use for me," she said, and a single tear snaked down her cheek.

Joe instantly lost hearing in his right ear, and it was replaced by a dull roar.

Marla came to school the next day, but it was just to say good-bye. "Why, Marla," Mrs. Tealso said, "I'm sorry to lose you." "Me, too, Mrs. Tealso," Marla said. "I liked it here, and I--" Before she could finish she burst into tears and cried so hard that Mrs. Tealso had to send her to the girls' room to get control of herself.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

What we do not earn ourselves," he said, "is never truly ours. It can always be taken away. But even if we lose everything we work for, the achievement is ours forever.

You'll fare beer without love. We Medici always do." As soon as I spoke, I regretted it. I'd remembered Papa Clement's phrase exactly, used it to the same horrid purpose. I saw her flinch, take a small step back. I wanted to console her, to somehow ease the harsh reality of what I'd said. But I could not. I would not lie to her nor pretend the task I set before her was anything other than what it was: an act of submission, which could entail the loss of her youthful dreams.

GRIEF IS SELFISH. It enshrouds us, clutches us to its desiccated breast like an anxious mother. It does not want us to leave, though we know we must if we are to survive. Only madness lies ahead for those who cannot escape it, for grief will consume those who have nothing else to live for.

But even if we lose everything we work for, the achievement is ours forever.

No início você briga, chora, faz drama mexicano. Então percebe que é cansativo demais manter esse jeito de levar as coisas. Acostuma-se… Não que pare de doer, mas que cai no seu entendimento que às vezes perdemos algo e não há solução. No fim você coloca um sorriso no rosto e finge que é sincero, até que a vida o faça realmente ser. Talvez os amores eternos sejam amenos e os intensos, passageiros. É isso.

troubled than my own—had fallen off a Boston boat and drowned. A lengthy autopsy revealed what I could have