Loss Quotes

I didn't look back. Sometimes, not looking back is the only mercy the world has left to show.

all the tall mad mountains of her mind

Revenge itself may indeed be the best revenge, but slaying one's enemy does not give back what they stole.

Sadness grieves the spirit. But sorrow refines soul.

My ship had lost crew mates before, yet I sailed on.

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

An Indian’s wealth   Is determined by what they lose And not by what they save.

Every first is a loss.

Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh away the years that came between.

Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.

If I have attached anything to sacrifice other than loss, I have at some level assumed a pay-off. And if I’ve assumed a pay-off, I’m only assuming a sacrifice.

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

This is one of the great human mysteries: why do works of art about bad things such as loss and deprivation make us feel good?

If loss makes you doubt your belief in justice, then you never truly believed in justice at all.

The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your

Sometimes people get taken away from you whether you want it or not. And sometimes that hurts so much, it might be easier to forget.

All the sorrows of life are bearable if only we can convert them into a story.

I’m learning geography is about lossand so I keep moving

Suffering can precipitate creativity, liberating the creator through inspiration and then many available channels of human communication, and therefore there is value in suffering.

Death and parting are the same.

Life becomes involuntary repetitive when you suffer from short term memory loss.

The only people in the whole world that Salim loved had been killed by the virus that traveled to America in his own blood.

To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.

I cannot lament the loss of a love or a friendship without meditating that one loses only what one really never had.

If I could sleep with my arms around you, the ink could stay in the bottle.

You'd be surprised how little voice you have when you lose everything.

I know it sounds so simple but Love Is All There Is.

He was a man built to yearn for what he could not have.

often enough, we owe our good fortune to someone else’s loss.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.

I would have to confess that in the land of the toubabu, I had managed to save only myself.

But forever was a useless term, relevant only for the dead.

When all you have is the memory of a thing, all you can think about is how the thing is gone.

Yes, you are right. I lost my home, my mother, my identity. I lost it. Not you, Inspector Imandar. I did. They I don't understand, what did you lose? What did you lose that you hate them so much?

Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.(I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.)

When he left us, he stole all the words.

Our stars are not where we last admired them. Our homes crumble and we don't know which place to long for.

To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I am this.

I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them.

And in that vastness, it felt like every memory existed only to disappear one day.

My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.

Once you experience a major loss and survive, everything else after that you lose seems petty and doesn't affect you much.

Your image has receded till it is like the thinnest shadow of the old moon... a thin silver edge appeared, and now you hang like a sickle over my life.

When's something difficult to come by, you'll do that much more to make sure it's even harder- if not impossible- to lose.

We treat what’s lost, what could have never been, what we could have never dreamed of, again. We treat it like heirlooms for it is so precious. For we know it can be lost, again.

This is what loss was, what death was: an escape into the luminous wave-forms, into the ineffable speed of the light-years and the parsecs, the eternally receding distances of the cosmos.

The feeling of abandonment overwhelmed me as I realised that no one had waited, or cared where I was.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

There are people that have had worse happen to them. All those people that died in the hotel bombing? All those that were maimed and left orphaned?

Their world seemed made of little losses. she was always having to say goodbye, part with something. A brilliant sunset. A blossom. A sweet feeling.