Quotes Tagged "loss"

Nothing is lost. That which seems lost is just not confined to this moment.

f all we see are cinders and ashes, all we see is ‘what was’ at the expense of what the cinders and ashes are preparing to be.

Where have you been?” I softly answered followed by a question. I wanted to laugh hysterically at the controlled calmness of it all, as if nothing at all had happened, as if he hadn’t resurrected himself after an eternity of absence. “New York. I have a good friend there. I found a job, a place. I had to- away from here; away from Bella; from you.” Swallowing, I clasped my hands together to stop from trembling and I said in a low, audible voice, “From me?” He sighed heavily. “I can’t love you, Helena. I still love Bella. And I suppose I could love another woman in another way at the same time, but not you.” “…but why?” I tried hard to keep my voice and gaze even. I glanced at the plain wedding ring on the third finger on his left hand, his wedding band. It was gleaming brightly in the firelight. I felt my heart plummet, like a disappointed child. Seeking the right words, he replied with a very soft voice, “It’s because I would always see you as an extension of her. I want to fall in love with you in separate way, the one that involves only us, uninfluenced by the past and our hurt. I can’t do that now and I can’t tell when I’ll be able to.

Where have you been?” I asked, almost a whisper. I wanted to laugh hysterically at the controlled calmness of it all, as if nothing at all had happened, as if he hadn’t resurrected himself after an eternity of absence. “New York. I have a good friend there. I found a job, a place. I had to- away from here; away from Bella; from you.” Swallowing, I clasped my hands together to stop from trembling and I said in a low, audible voice, “From me?” He sighed heavily. “I can’t love you, Helena. I still love Bella. And I suppose I could love another woman in another way at the same time, but not you.” “…but why?” I tried hard to keep my voice and gaze even. I glanced at the plain wedding ring on the third finger on his left hand, his wedding band. It was gleaming brightly in the firelight. I felt my heart plummet, like a disappointed child. Seeking the right words, he replied with a very soft voice, “It’s because I would always see you as an extension of her. I want to fall in love with you in separate way, the one that involves only us, uninfluenced by the past and our hurt. I can’t do that now and I can’t tell when I’ll be able to.

There he lost his love and half his crew, if the tales be true…

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.

Everything was not lost. This was the message we needed to carry forward. It’s what I truly believed. It wasn’t ideal, but it was our reality—the world as it is. We needed now to be resolute, to keep our feet pointed in the direction of progress.

I keep planting my smile in the rich soil of your sadness, hoping one day love will bloom from your thoroughly saturated heart.

Let your tears fall on the seeds of sorrow for tomorrow love shall bloom.

Gifts of grace come to all of us. But we must be ready to see and willing to receive these gifts. It will require a kind of sacrifice, the sacrifice of believing that, however painful our losses, life can still be good — good in a different way then before, but nevertheless good. I will never recover from my loss and I will never got over missing the ones I lost. But I still cherish life. . . . I will always want the ones I lost back again. I long for them with all my soul. But I still celebrate the life I have found because they are gone. I have lost, but I have also gained. I lost the world I loved, but I gained a deeper awareness of grace. That grace has enabled me to clarify my purpose in life and rediscover the wonder of the present moment.

God never said that we wouldn’t have unfair situations, that we wouldn’t experience loss. But He promised if we would stay in faith, He would restore everything that was stolen.

I see now that my faith was becoming an ally rather than an enemy because I could vent anger freely, even toward God, without fearing retribution.

We can only lose what isn’t ours. Anything that can be lost is never a loss. Anything that is ours, can never be taken away.

সচেতন একজন দায়িত্বশীল নিগ্রোর কাছে অনেক ক্ষমতা ভয়ার্ত? দায়িত্বশীল নিগ্রোরা কি দৌড়চ্ছে ভয়ার্ত হয়ে? আমার বোধগম্য হচ্ছে আমার বিরুদ্ধে আইনী ব্যবস্থা নেয়া হবে। এবং তুমি বলছো তোমার পক্ষে সম্ভব হবে না পনেরো’শ জাতীয় পুরুষ রক্ষীকে ঠেকানো ফলে তুমি আমার দুঃখী কালো সত্তার সবখানি ছাল ছাড়াবে। (কোনো সন্দেহ নেই আমি তোমার পুরুষাঙ্গ উচ্ছেদ করে ফেলেছি) ডিনামাইট তোমাদের নজরে পড়েছে আর তোমরা নিজেরা পুলিশকে বলে দিয়েছো। তোমাদের জিভ ছিঁড়ে ফেলা হবে কেননা তোমাদের বুদ্ধি নেই তা সামলাবার। তুমি না ঘুরে দাড়িয়ে সহনশীলতা শেখাচ্ছ কী করে আমি সহ্য করবো জেনোসাইড আমার কাপ পূর্ণ এবং তুমি তো জানো আমাদের কোনো সামর্থ্য নেই বাসনা চরিতার্থ করায় দেরি করতে। আমি শুধু চাই প্রত্যয়ী হয়ে নিজেকে ঘোষণা করতে এমনকি আমি চাই তুমিও নিজেকে আবার দাবি করো কিন্তু বার বার আমার মনে হচ্ছে হে দায়িত্ববান নিগ্রো তোমার মৃত্যু হচ্ছে আমার নিজের সত্তাকে দাবি করার প্রথম পদক্ষেপ এটা খুবই দুঃখের আমি সাধারণ ভাবে এখন থামতাম কিংবা কাঁদতাম কিন্তু সন্ধ্যা ঘনিয়ে আসছে এবং আমাকে সমঝোতায় বসতে হবে আমার নিজস্ব গোষ্ঠির মানুষের স্বাধীনতার জন্যে। আমি একাকী নই আমি একাকী নই শুধু ঘুমুচ্ছি একেবারেই একা। তুমি জানো আমি ভীতু কিন্তু আমি একজন প্রাপ্তবয়স্ক মহিলা আমি কান্না বা সেরকম কিছু করি না। আমার একটি বড় বিছানা আছে যাতে আমি ঘুরপাক খেতে পারি এবং এতে অনেক জায়গা রয়েছে। আমি কোনো স্বপ্ন দেখি না খারাপ স্বপ্ন দেখি না আগের মতো যে তুমি আমাকে ছেড়ে চলে যাবে। এখন যেহেতু তুমি চলে গেছো ফলে আমি কোনো স্বপ্ন দেখি না এবং তুমি যা কিছুই ভাবো না আমি একাকী নই শুধু ঘুমুচ্ছি একেবারেই একা।

We do not know why things happen as they do! But can trust He who knows all things, thy Divine Being,God.

At her lowest point she found her greatest strength. Not because she alone was strong, but because she held onto faith with all her might

CLEMENTINE: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon. JOEL: I know. CLEMENTINE: What do we do? JOEL: Enjoy it.

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

LXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once moreL I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walk on. I want what I love to continue to live, and you whom I love and sang above everything else. to continue to flourish, full-flowered. So that you can reach everything my love directs you to. So that my shadow can travel along in your hair, so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind—they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.