#Loss Quotes

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”

“And makes me poor indeed.”

“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form”

“He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.”

“She's good, being gone.”

“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.”

“So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.”

“You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.”

“But love that comes too late,Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,To the great sender turns a sour offense,Crying, 'That's good that's gone.”

“Farewell the plumed troop, and the big warsThat make ambition virtue! O, farewell!Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife,The royal banner, and all quality,Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!”

“Then with the losers let it sympathize,For nothing can seem foul to those that win.”

“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.”

“O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!”

“And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.”

“For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.”

“This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long”

“Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.”

“Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.”

“I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.”

“Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.”

“Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear”

“Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest”

“O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!”

“We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.”

“Ruin has taught me to ruminate,That Time will come and take my love away.This thought is as a death, which cannot chooseBut weep to have that which it fears to lose.”

“When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.”

“Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.”

“You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live”

“And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.”

“Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.”

“Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.”

“Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”

“Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!”

“Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.”

“I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.”

“I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.”

“Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.”

“What our contempts do often hurl from us,We wish it ours again.”

“And writers say, as the most forward budIs eaten by the canker ere it blow,Even so by love the young and tender witIs turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,Losing his verdure even in the prime,And all the fair effects of future hopes.”

“Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual changes: it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is rich, it is scientific; but this change is not amelioration. For every thing that is given, something else is taken. Society acquires new arts and loses old instincts.”

“For everything you gain, you lose something.”

“As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).”

“The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.”

“The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.”

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.”

“Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.”

“You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?”

“I lost everything i have, found myself.”

“Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.”