loss quotes

I’ve never thought about songwriting as a weapon. I’ve only thought about it as a way to help me get through love and loss and sadness and loneliness and growing up.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

People don’t realize what they had till it’s gone. Like President Kennedy, there was no one like him, the Beatles, and my man Elvis Presley. I was the Elvis of boxing.

I can honestly say, after talking about my mom passing away, I got the biggest weight off of my chest. Comedy is my therapy. That’s how I deal with my problems, my personal battles. I talk about it. I give it to my fans. When they laugh at it, it’s a release, for lack of a better word.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

Mine is only one of the millions of hearts broken over the death of Whitney Houston, I will always be grateful and in awe of the wonderful performance she did on my song, and I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, ‚Whitney, I will always love you. You will be missed.‘

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

God tries you in certain, certain ways. Some people are rich, and they believe in God. They lose the money, things get hard, they get weak and quit going to church. Quit serving God like they did.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

I’ve lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That’s the most terrible thing about being an author – standing there at your mother’s funeral, but you don’t switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

Over the years I’ve seen people lose a spouse and then withdraw and lose interest in life, and I believe we need to resist that.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

When the people you love are gone, you’re alone.

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

My son has died of AIDS.

My wife is already in Heaven.

Every loss of life is terrible.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

Generally, the younger the victim, the greater the grief. Yet even when the elderly or infirm have been afforded merciful relief, their loved ones are rarely ready to let go.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

My mum passing away wasn’t funny, but that funeral and what I went through, the things that happened, looking back at it, there were funny moments. You have to be strong enough to look back at it, to sit and assess the situation.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it’s like they didn’t fade away at all.

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

I said I would never wear my gold again because it would be insensitive and disrespectful to all the people who died and lost everything in Katrina.

In college, a loss is pretty devastating. That feeling kind of goes away in an 82-game season. You hate to lose, but you also have a lot more games to make up for it.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

She would have thrived as a grandmother. I know how much she would have contributed to their lives, and I am sad they will miss out on that.

The experience of pain or loss can be a formidably motivating force.

It is not only the living who are killed in war.

It is a universal truth that the loss of liberty at home is to be charged to the provisions against danger, real or pretended, from abroad.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

We fear that this moment will end, that we won’t get what we need, that we will lose what we love, or that we will not be safe. Often, our biggest fear is the knowledge that one day our bodies will cease functioning. So even when we are surrounded by all the conditions for happiness, our joy is not complete.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

Every nation whose affairs betray a want of wisdom and stability may calculate on every loss which can be sustained from the more systematic policy of its wiser neighbors.

My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.

I hate to see anybody sink. I hate to see anybody lose their dream, lose their home, something like that.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts… perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

Never in any case say I have lost such a thing, but I have returned it. Is your child dead? It is a return. Is your wife dead? It is a return. Are you deprived of your estate? Is not this also a return?

Cry if you have a compound fracture, by all means. Or if your grandpa died. But otherwise, save it for your pillow.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

I hope that tomorrow we can all, wherever we are, join in expressing our grief at Diana’s loss, and gratitude for her all-too-short life. It is a chance to show to the whole world the British nation united in grief and respect.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

John Dalton’s records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

You never get over losses. I’ve never gotten over one loss I’ve had in my career. They always stick with me.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature’s delight.

Bad seed is a robbery of the worst kind: for your pocket-book not only suffers by it, but your preparations are lost and a season passes away unimproved.