Quotes About Loss

Nothing is worth anything to dead men.

Andy [Griffith] and I spoke on the phone not too long before he died. I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me. He was a wonderful man.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

Losing is like my ex-wife... it's a b****, and it takes a bigger man than me to live with it.

We lost a young man's life and it begins to represent so many things.

No man profiteth but by the loss of others.

What men yearn for they often destroy.

The Rolling Stones suffered a great loss with the death of Ian Stewart, the man who had for so many years played piano quietly and silently with them on stage.

Hope was a dangerous emotion that more often than not led men into foolishness and peril, made them risk their lives and lose their wives and part with fortunes that they never recovered.

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

Michael O'Sullivan was my great friend. But I don't ever remember telling him that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead.

No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends as to give them no cause to miss him less.

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.

Many a man who goes to Las Vegas to get away from it all soon finds that Las Vegas gets it all away from him.

As far as I'm concerned the last good man went when Elvis died.

When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?

There can be no profit in the making or selling of things to be destroyed in war. Men may think that they have such profit, but in the end the profit will turn out to be a loss.

The power of love itself weakens and gradually becomes lost with age, like all the other energies of man.

Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.

.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

A man of limited desire will always have less or perhaps nothing to worry and sensibly no fear of losing anything or everything in life.

Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.

I could weep for a river-valley, and I have. But for a country? Oh man, I don't know.