It's hard to be done a favor by a man you hate. It's hard to hate him so much afterwards. Losing an enemy can be worse than losing a friend, if you've had him for long enough.
Joe AbercrombieLoss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.
Brian RuckleyTag: loss heart moving-on mourning memory
Because there is no nation so powerful it cannot be wounded, nor a people so small they cannot offer mighty comfort.
Carmen Agra DeedyTag: humanity loss generosity
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
Arthur SchopenhauerTag: loss death worth attachment
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O Never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
Tag: love passion loss play acting yeats heartbreak in-the-seven-woods never-give-all-the-heart w-b-yeats william-butler-yeats
I look back to where my life had been. It's always risky to think of letting go. That's why this is the perfect ending. Nothing left to reconcile.
Loretta EllsworthTag: life love loss death relationships transplant
That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.
Loretta EllsworthTag: life loss death relationships cake transplant
You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.
Tag: life love loss shit-happens suck-it-up
Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?
Jodi PicoultNo matter how much he talked, she never answered him, but he knew she was still there. He knew it was like the soldiers he had read about. They would have an arm or a leg blown off, and for days, even weeks after it happened, they could still feel the arm itching, the leg itching, the mother calling.
Pat Cunningham DevotoTag: loss sadness death childhood mother missing
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