Loss Quotes

See, that’s the difference, ” Mauvin said. “I suffer a loss and people console me. Royce suffers a loss and whole towns evacuate.

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist.

Great losses are great lessons.

The loss of liberty may imprison a person, but it does not confine their mind.

When you're at a loss for words. Draw a picture.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

Price of peace could only be valued by people who had suffered loss in the war.

When someone you love makes compassion, kindness, forgiveness, respect and God an option, you can be sure they have made you an option, as well.

It is not always a problem finding the truth, it is however sometimes a problem accepting it.

I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.

Every brick being thrown at me I will use to build my Empire!

Champions realise that defeat - and learning from it even more than from winning - is part of the path to mastery.

We cannot experience free joy and happiness without experiencing the depths of pain.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...

I don't trust anybody who isn't a little bit neurotic

Your fear of becoming a cliche is what turns you into one. If you remove the fear, we are all really walking contradictions, hypocrites and paradoxical cliches

I am a habitual rule-breaker

Vulnerability is the least celebrated emotion in our society

I have been at war with parts of myself for so long

I take it as a compliment when somebody calls me crazy. I would be offended if I was one of the sheeple, one of the sleepwalkers in the matrix or part of the collective hallucination we call 'normal

You look beautiful even when you cry. I mean, not that you don’t look beautiful when you’re happy. Of course, you’re beautiful all the time. But out there in the snow, you were stunning.

The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.

If a soul could drown in its own tears, then hers was already dead.

A lesson for all of us is that for every loss, there is victory, for every sadness, there is joy, and when you think you’ve lost everything, there is hope.

You were standing in the wake of devastation And you were waiting on the edge of the unknown And with the cataclysm raining down Insides crying "Save me now" You were there, impossibly alone

I know now, just quite howMy life and love might still go onIn your heart, in your mindI'll stay with you for all of time.

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed. Like Schrödinger’s cat inside a box you can never ever open.

She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?

You're not defeated when you lose a battle.You are defeated when you give up the struggle

I count everything loss, to gain anything under the power of grace in Jesus Christ.

Do not dwell on your loss. Look forward with bright new hopes.

Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.

If that’s the case, I understand why emotions are hard for you. You’ve numbed yourself to make room for the grief you carry.

I gave up drinking before my twentieth birthday. I haven’t touched the stuff since. And I’ve discovered that not everyone who does horrible things is a horrible person.

See, you’ve got to understand, son. There’s two types of guys in this world. There’s guys . . . who think they’re in control, and guys like us who live in the moment. Who accept life as it is.

It’s like you’re always living in your head. . . . Relax and appreciate your surroundings a little.

I lost someone close to me once . . . Taught me to live in the moment. Life is short, you know?

It feels like I’m stuck in one spot. It’s been this way for a long time. I know you understand, but now you’re moving on without me. And I—I’m not ready to be alone.

It’s like everyone has their own little recipe for happiness, but no one really seems all that happy.

Happiness isn’t something you work toward, the same way misery isn’t something you work toward.

I know it is difficult to believe in your own courage or fortitude when everything inside of you feels weak and shattered. But do not believe what you feel. You will not be easily broken.

What else has kept any of us going, but love of someone or the memory of that love?

We weren’t that different after all, our souls laden with the same ache of loss, our hearts bursting with the same longing to save what remained of all we loved.

I die a little everyday, in trying to revive what I lost yesterday!

Sometimes, hope is even harder to bear than grief.

Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there’s still space for sweet things.

The world is made of more than particles. It's made of things you can't hold in your hand, like fear, love, loss, hope, truth.

The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.