Quotes About Loss

I lay in my bed night after night staring at the ceiling and thinking, Why have I survived the war? Why was I the last person in my immediate family to be alive? I didn't know.

Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.

War is good business Invest your son

In times of war, it is often best to look to our history to see how past generations of Americans dealt with the loss of their countrymen in just causes.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.

Present wars impoverish the lords that win as much as those that lose.

I guess every generation is doomed to fight its war...suffer the loss of the same old illusions, and learn the same old lessons on its own.

Tell me, was it you or your brother who was killed in the war?

Some of you young men think that war is all glamour and glory, but let me tell you, boys, it is all hell!

Any victory would be dear at such a price.

Truth is always the first casualty of war.

As her lungs pumped and her head cleared, she wondered if all the effort she'd put into blotting out the pain had deadened her ability to feel pleasure, too. What a shame. What a loss.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

You've been in my life for so long that I stopped thinking about you as someone who existed separately from me. You were just part of me. And then all these changes happened, and you decided to leave me, and I've been going crazy ever since.

me, for whatever twisted reason. That means I've gone

in his chest, his heart seeped. It wasn`t blood that escaped - that had been shed long ago - but a thick, bile-like fluid that ran through veins that had become rivers of pain carrying a bottomless cargo of grief.

Half the people in this world have been undone by grief, in one of its forms. Some can endure it, some can't.

She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir. But that—oh, that was thirty years ago.

No, Wright wouldn't like the bird—a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.

Nothing lasts. Not love, not grief.

Letting go is the lesson. Letting go is always the lesson. Have you ever noticed how much of our agony is all tied up with craving and loss?

He didn't know why I was laughing. "What is so funny, chérie?" "What's lost is found, darling Papa," I said, kissing him ever so gently. "At last, what's lost is found.

Terry Tempest Williams: "I look at Mother and I see myself," she writes during her period of caretaking; or worse: "A person with cancer dies in increments, and a part of you slowly dies with them.