Quotes About Loss

The only good thing about marriage is becoming a widow

My heart is broken, he told himself. It was at that moment he understood the profound meaning of that common phrase: he thought he heard the sound of glass breaking and felt that the essence of his being was pouring out until he was empty, with no memory of the past, no awareness of the present, no hope for the future.

I said goodbye, kissed her, and asked her forgiveness for the sins of withholding and neglect. I thanked her for having existed, promised her that she would live on in my heart, and in her son's, begged her not to leave me, to visit me in dreams, to send me signs and clues, to return incarnated in every beautiful young woman I saw on the street, and to appear to me in spirit during the darkest hours of the night and in the days of the midday Sun.

Si escribo algo, temo que suceda, si amo demasiado a alguien temo perderlo; sin embargo no puedo dejar de escribir ni de amar...

Patria es donde están nuestros muertos

Muereté, mi amor, suplico Ernesto de rodillas junto a la cama. Muereté hija, agregue yo en silencio, porque no me salio la voz...

His wife...always dressed in mourning for the children who died in infancy and squeezed breathless by the pressure of her corset, her religion, and the husband fate had dealt her

La nostalgia desgasta y aniquila, es el vicio de los desterrados.

become a ghost. They've killed several

Francisco encontró en esos sencillos elementos un profundo sentido estético y decidió que más tarde tomaría algunas fotografías para su colección. Nunca pudo hacerlo

thought about the years I still had left to live and decided that without her it wasn't worth it, for I would never find another woman with her green hair and underwater beauty. If anyone had told me then that I would live to be more than ninety, I would have put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger.

Patria es donde están nuestros muertos», solía decir Carme.

Why be so attached to what we are bound to lose anyway?

My Nini wanted to get another dog, as much like Daisy as possible, but my Popo said that it was not a question of replacing her, but of trying to live without her. "I can't, Popo. I loved her so much!" I sobbed inconsolably. "That affection is inside you, Maya, not in Daisy. You can give it to other animals, and what's left over you can give to me

His house of cards had collapsed, and he lay among the ruins—but he was free. He felt euphoric, weightless, years younger. The only thing he missed was Indiana, but she too belonged to the past; she too had been carried off by the wind.

Sa nu-ti treaca cumva prin cap sa mori si sa ma lasi infinit de orfana.

El lunes te agarró la muerte, Paula. Vino y te señaló, pero se encontró frente a frente con tu madre y tu abuela y por esta vez retrocedió.

Isabel Allende

Isabel Allende

Inchi ochii si vad imaginea dureroasa a fiica-mii in scaunul cu rotile, privind fix spre mare, dincolo de orizont, acolo unde incepe moartea.

In her mother's last days, Lucia understood that death was not an end, was not the absence of life, but a powerful oceanic wave of clear, luminous water that was carrying her off to another dimension.

Isabel Allende

No sólo perdía a Rosa, su madre, los amigos, el trabajo y su pasado. Perdía su patria. —Mi país..., mi país... —sollozó.

Isabel Allende