Quotes About Loss

Youth, you son of a bitch, where did you go?

225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.

I had come to the racetrack after the other two funerals and had won. There was something about funerals. It made you see things better. A funeral a day and I'd be rich.

Maldita sea, parecía imposible que perdiéramos, pero perdimos.

Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops

Si estás perdiendo tu alma y lo sabes, todavía te queda un alma por perder.

rakkaus kuivahtaa jopa spermaa nopeammin

Woman this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias but i think of books on anatomy, and i fall from you as nations burn in anger… to recover from most pitiful error and rebuild, this is it loss and mending until they take us in. the glory of a saturday afternoon like biting into an old peach and you walk across the room heavy with everything except my love.

I got the blues. I got the blues. that dog loved and trusted me and I let it walk away.

things are so easily lost. things just can't be kept forever. I

Human relationships simply aren't durable.

there is of course madness and terror too in knowing that some part of you wound up like a clock can never be wound again once it stops.

To think, somebody had suicided for that.

we have everything and we have nothing. some do it well enough for a while and then give way. fame gets them or disgust or age or lack of proper diet or ink across the eyes or children in college or new cars or broken backs while skiing in Switzerland or new politics or new wives or just natural change and decay—

you're not mine and it makes me feel so bad, this thing of being me…

olen aina sanonut: jos haluat selvittää ketkä ovat ystäviäsi niin mene hullujenhuoneelle tai vankilaan ja jos haluat tietää millaista on elää ilman rakkautta niin ole ikuinen häviäjä

It was a month or so later that Red's family moved. One day they were gone. Just like that.

Saçmal?k, yaÅŸamak, beklemek, aramak.DüÅŸünmekten beynim aÄŸr?yordu. Bir kere a??k olmuÅŸtum, ilk gençlik rüyalar?m? görmeye baÅŸlad???m y?llarda. Irene bizim yan?m?zdaki evde yaÅŸard?.Onun yan?nda kalbim zonklard?. Sonra en yak?n arkada??mla k?rlara gittiler.O gün vazgeçtim sevmekten.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)

I had come to the racetrack after the other two funerals and had won. There was something about funerals. It made you see things better. A funeral a day and I'd be rich.

The '67 model was the last good Volks—and the young men knew it. "Hepburn, they stole our fucking car." "Oh Hank, surely not!" "It's gone. It was sitting there." I pointed. "Now it's gone." "Hank, what will we do?" "We'll take a taxi. I really feel bad." "Why do people do that?" "They have to. It's their way out." We

Si hubiera nacido mujer seguro que hubiera sido una prostituta. Como había nacido hombre, anhelaba constantemente mujeres, cuanto más guarras mejor. Y sin embargo las mujeres, las buenas mujeres, me daban miedo porque a veces querían tu alma, y lo poco que quedaba de la mía, quería conservarlo para mí. Básicamente deseaba prostitutas, porque eran duras, sin esperanzas, y no pedían nada personal. Nada se perdía cuando ellas se iban.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the living

and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.