Loss Quotes
We hold on so tightly, because we’re terrified of loss. We hold on till our hands bleed. And in that self-shattering persistence, we fail to see the answer: Just let go.
My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before.A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable loss.
If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.
It is a defeat of the spirit to learn one's arrogance causes such loss and pain. Pride invites you to soar to heights and the footing, tentative. farther, then, is the fall.
We don't lose people, they just slip down like sand through the loop holes we have in ourselves.
...losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.
No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.
As their figures recede, it strikes Filsan as ironic that they had delayed fleeing so they could take as many of their possessions as possible, but now those very possessions prevent their flight.
I don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me and I’m still doing just fine.
We follow our scripts like actors in a very large, very long production. And even with no audience, none of us gives a hint that it isn't real.
Sometimes things just slip past you, into your hands and out through your fingers. In my half-in/half-out state I began to wonder if that could happen to people, too.
I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.
I no longer believe there's any such thing as losing a woman. A man loses himself as women slip into the future.
One felt that in her renunciation of life she had deliberately abandoned those places in which she might at least have been able to see the man she loved, for others where he had never trod.
Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I'd every known, every place I'd ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.
You lose a child and you do understand each other's grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it's all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.
The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.
There cannot be love without loss, just like there cannot be happiness without sadness, or light without dark.
You are still thinking like a child, talking about friendship and crap. You’ll regret it when you see one of them die in front of you.
I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters.
This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.
There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.
But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.
And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.
Only those willing to truly risk everything will gain everything. No person ever rose to greatness without the willingness to lose it all.
Passionate people are always ready to stand for their dreams even if no one stand with them. They vote and vote alone for their dreams but never loss their nomination for excellent leadership!
You are in no man's land. Which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, but remains forever, icy and silent.
Volatility in the up direction is not a problem-it's only downward volatility that offers discourse.
Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.
When life hands you the unthinkable you must find new ways to see.
His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.
Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?
How many losses does it take to stop a heart, to lay waste to the vocabularies of desire?
I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.
I can never gain something without losing everything I had before.
There is nothing like feeling truly "awake" and aware of my life and what it means to me. So I look ahead and think, "There is still so much to be done, and I will continue to make the most of it.
Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.
I would still rather feel things and live life to the fullest rather than hide in a cave and attempt to protect myself from the uncertainties of the world.
