Quotes About Loss

sparking floor fan resulted in the loss of all the books in Temple University's law library in 1972.

Why would an old couple in San Francisco give to the Los Angeles Library to save the books?" one note read. "Well, [my] father collapsed and died in the LA Public Library on July 17, 1952. Heart Attack or stroke. I never found out which. Good luck with your campaign.

the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

According to librarian Glen Creason, the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

The number of books destroyed or spoiled was equal to the entirety of fifteen typical branch libraries. It was the greatest loss to any public library in the history of the United States.

This was a shrine to being forgotten; to memories sprinkled like salt; ideas vaporized as if they had never been formed; stories evaporated as if they had no substance and no weight keeping them bound to the earth and to each of us, and most of all, to the yet - unfolded future.

In Senegal, the polite expression for saying someone died is to say his or her library has burned. When I first heard the phrase, I didn't understand it, but over time I came to realize it was perfect. Our minds and souls contain volumes inscribed by our experiences and emotions; each individual's consciousness is a collection of memories we've cataloged and stored inside us, a private library of a life lived.

Sometimes we get this great gift, man, and we just take it for granted. We only figure it out, how much we lost, when it's gone. —Short Sammy

Sometimes we get this great gift, man, and we just take it for granted. We only figure it out, how much we lost, when it's gone.

most pressing questions: Who am I? What am I doing with my life? How can what I most desire (love) be also what is most treacherous? Losing love re-focuses all of your attention away from intellectual, physical, or professional concerns and places it instead on love itself, to beg perhaps the most critical question of all: How can I permit myself to love when the possibility of loss cannot be denied? These now become the most important questions in the world and they demand exploration.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

Things that have been lost and then found are doubly precious, don't you think. People too.

God taking from us and loving us at the same time by providing comforters was a kind of spiritual equanimity. It seemed a phenomenon of life how a death insinuates us into the debt of those who stand by us in trouble and console us.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

There's a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It's like breathing. You have to do it or you'll die. And when it's over, your soul starts to bleed, Livvy. There's no pain in the world like it, I swear. If you were feeling that now, you wouldn't be able to sit up straight or have a coherent conversation.

The Great Fire of London] hesitated, and it finally began to flicker out. But four-fifths of London had been burned...Londoner John Evelyn, weeping, wrote in his diary, "London was, but is no more.

He has lost so much that was precious. But he has retained what matters most: the girl who just might

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

it was the smidgen of sadness that, at least for me, always accompanies happiness. The disquieting underbelly of loss that comes with getting something you badly want. The thing I'd always understood, even before my mother got sick, was that anything started will inevitably end, anything loved will be lost.

In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves

His sudden falling-away, his tentativeness, his loss of will, made me dislike him, and I realized that I was disappointed.

when people suffer terrible losses they need to have an opportunity to talk about them. Being isolated with your sorrow is such a lonely place to be.

Nh?ng thà nói v? nh?ng ng??i ch?t ?? h? s?ng thêm m?t chút còn h?n là ?? h? ch?t m?i ngày thêm m?t chút. M?i l?n ta nh?c ??n k? ni?m nào ?ó, ta làm h? s?ng l?i m?t chút, dù ch? b?ng m?t gi?t n??c m?t.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.