Quotes on Lost Ones

Why are we worn out? Why do we, who start out so passionate, brave, noble, believing, become totally bankrupt by the age of thirty or thirty-five? Why is it that one is extinguished by consumption, another puts a bullet in his head, a third seeks oblivion in vodka, cards, a fourth, in order to stifle fear and anguish, cynically tramples underfoot the portrait of his pure, beautiful youth? Why is it that, once fallen, we do not try to rise, and, having lost one thing, we do not seek another? Why?

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

A human life is a story told by God.

One of the grubby truths about a loss is that you don't just mourn the dead person, you mourn the person you got to be when the lost one was alive. This loss might even be what affects you the most.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

I have lost someone I loved as a brother, as a closest friend, and a remarkable human being. We have also lost one of the best damn actors we'll ever see.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.