Quotes about Loss

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene, The memory of what has been, And never more will be.

Yet in the agony of my spirit in surrendering such a treasure I feel a thousand times richer than if I had never possessed it.

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind;

O'Captain, My Captain.

Gli occhi molto belli sono insostenibili, bisogna guardarli sempre, ci si affoga dentro, ci si perde, non si sa più dove si è

Since the death of his daughter, a consumptive, he had not thrashed a woman; he lived alone.

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.

But now, I no longer pleaded for anything. I was no longer able to lament. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes had opened and I was alone, terribly alone in a world without God, without man. Without love or mercy. I was nothing but ashes now, but I felt myself to be stronger than this Almighty to whom my life had been bound for so long. In the midst of these men assembled for prayer, I felt like an observer, a stranger.

I didn't know that this was the moment in time and the place where I was leaving my mother and Tzipora forever.