Quotes About Loss

Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose

And both were more fortunate than Hecky Noble who, within a few nights of Mrs Hetherington's widowhood, was a victim of that gay desperado, Dickie Armstrong of Dryhope,49 and his 100 jolly followers. Apart from reiving a herd of 200 head, and destroying nine houses, the raiders also burned alive Hecky's son John, and his daughter-in-law, who was pregnant.

The Great Society lost its greatness in the jungles of Indochina.

The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

And I think in this empty world there was room for me and a mountain lion. And I think in the world beyond, how easily we might spare a million or two humans And never miss them. Yet what a gap in the world, the missing white frost-face of that slim yellow mountain lion! D. H. Lawrence Mountain Lion

I only know she was the only thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me and Seven Kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind.

Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black…

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it." "You drank the wine?" "It's an awful thing to find a brother dead. You'd have need of a drink as well, Lord Snow.

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?

Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost.

They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned? - Stannis

My gentle sister seems to have mistaken me for Ned Stark." "I hear he was taller." "Not after Joff took off his head.

Tell me again what you saved.'' ''Your life'' Daenerys, said. Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. ''Look to your khal and see what life is worth when all the rest is gone.

You want to know the horrible truth ? I cant even remember what she looked like! I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted..and 7 kingdoms couldnt fill the hole she left behind

And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy's loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I shold have died with him.