In a nutshell, revenge cannot reverse the loss.

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad…

— Emily Dickinson

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the…

— Washington Irving

Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed.

— Ellen Goodman

Certainly, it is. Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving.…

— Lynsay Sands

Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

“Good morning,” one of the soldiers said. “I’m Captain Joseph Walker and this is Sergeant James Vanetten. We are members of the One-Hundred-and-First Airborne…

— Shafter Bailey

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

— Cristiano Ronaldo

Many companies have long contended that stress in the home causes productivity loss in the market place.. and it does. But research now reveals…

— Zig Ziglar

My idea for 'BoneMan's Daughters' came from the loss of my own daughter when she left home to live with a monster at age…

— Ted Dekker

A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

“This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.”

— Phindiwe Nkosi

My mind shrank from the menace sweeping down on us, as children's do from belief in death and misfortune, vainly clinging to the fancy…

— Sylvia Pankhurst

“...what happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell, shingles and floor, walls and echoes and the light that lead you…

— Kellie Elmore

Sorrow and happiness are the heresies of virtue; joy and anger lead astray from TAO; love and hate cause loss of virtue. The heart…

— Zhuangzi

“...our loves ones truly are ever-present. We may bury their bodies or scatter their ashes, but their spirits are boundless and do not accompany…

— April Slaughter