Quotes About Loss

The dancers are all gone under the hill.

The houses are all gone under the sea.

Divorce is not merely separating; it is the tearing apart of what was once joined together.

we cannot allow past circumstances to abort future opportunity. If you have experienced loss in your life, God has a way of restoring things you thought you would never see again.

Ultimately everything God has ever said will come to pass. When we suffer loss like Eve did, we cannot allow past circumstances to abort future opportunity. If you have experienced loss in your life, God has a way of restoring things you thought you would never see again.

Take a moment to remember those you have lost along the way, and, let them know you thought of them this Christmas Eve day

Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had

Between two throw-ins in a soccer game, right behind my back, three thousand people had been put to death.

I zrozumia?em, ?e ju? nie ma krainy mego dzieci?stwa. ?e ?yje ona tylko we mnie i razem ze mn? rozsypie si? w proch której? nadbiegaj?cej z nico?ci godziny.

To miasto jest stolic? narodu, które wyparowuje w nico??. O tym te? trzeba powiedzie?. Ale komu? Czy tym, których ju? nie ma albo którzy odchodz? w niepami??? A mo?e tym, co po?eraj? pojedynczych ludzi i ca?e narody?

Przecie? was, Rosjan, ju? nie ma. Ostatnich S?owian, to znaczy wy?sze warstwy, wymordowa? twój dzieduszka Lenin. Od Bugu po Chabarowsk hula Azja.

You can never lose a homing pigeon -- if your homing pigeon doesn't come back, what you've lost is a pigeon.

Every war invariably results in terrible tragedies, immense waste and sinful destruction. All wars, no matter how big or small, how nearby or far away, diminish OUR humanity to a barbaric level.

Catriona var det første mennesket han hadde klart å snakke om faren med uten å føle skam, det første mennesket som hadde tilbudt hjelp, praktiske råd og kjærlig omsorg, noe han og Rosa sårt trengte etter at Poppy døde.

Hun husket fillebyltene som en gang hadde vært menn, menn hvis søken etter et bedre liv hadde fått en æreløs slutt. Renspiste av kråker og dingoer, glemt og ikke sørget over. Pappa fortjente bedre.

Verken ektemannen eller barnet hennes hadde syknet gradvis hen før de døde, så hun hadde hatt tid til å forberede seg, eller til å si avskjedsordene som burde ha vært sagt - nei, døden hadde kommet voldsomt og brått, den hadde feid alt annet til side og etterlatt henne helt hjelpeløs.

In their rooms, some guests read or made love, but most of them slept, blissfully unaware of the fact that their innkeepers were losing their minds.

And she found the weight of grief at missing him eased somewhat by dwelling on what a blessing he'd been and how much poorer her life would be if she'd never known him.

Sometimes standing for something is simply not enough......Espeacially when life blows you a mighty wind inwhich knocks you off of your feet or the very thing that kept you grounded is taken away,Convusion and Elusion can very well become your concrete.

I found out early that you can throw yourself away, missing what you've lost.

There was a time when I believed I was the redeemed one, the boy borne safely home on the ebb of whatever freak tide carried Peter and Jamie away. Not any more. In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.

Losing a chunk of your memory is a tricky thing, a deep-sea quake triggering shifts and upheavals too far distant from the epicenter to be easily predictable.

a tiny gemstone, a tiny spark of color slipping between your fingers and through the cracks and gone. A heart the size of a fleck of glitter and vibrating like a hummingbird, seeded with a billion things that would never happen now.