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Quotes about Loss

She lost her illusions in the collapse of her sympathies.
— DH Lawrence
But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.
— DH Lawrence
And then, he was not there. A terrible storm came over her, as if she were drowning. She was possessed by a devastating hopelessness. And she approached mechanically to the altar. Never had she known such a pang of utter and final hopelessness. It was beyond death, so utterly null, desert.
— DH Lawrence
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.
— Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills…
— Walt Whitman
O past! O happy life! O songs of joy! In the air, in the woods, over fields, Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved! But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more. -from Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
— Walt Whitman
Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
— Walt Whitman
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, / No birth, identity, form - no object of the world. / Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;... / The body, sluggish, aged, cold - the embers left from earlier fires, / The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again
— Walt Whitman
It is not a terrible thing to love the world, knowing that the world is always passing and irrecoverable, to be known only in loss. To love anything good, at any cost, is a bargain.
— Wendell Berry
I sat in that room and realized that you can cut off a finger, cut off a hand, even cut off a leg, but if you take a woman's breast, you are cutting more than just a body part.
— Charles Martin
He said he gave up what he couldn't keep to gain what he couldn't lose.
— Charles Martin
She blazed, burned herself out, and then disappeared into the silent deep, sounding the echoes of remembrance throughout a hollow and shattered heart.
— Charles Martin