The loss of my arm was meaningless when I still had it. Little did I know how crucial balance was to running, eating, sex, and even sitting. My missing limb now had significance unfathomable to a sstupid youth
Nate wakes up to a phone call from his sister, his older, beautiful sister. When he answers she’s crying. “He didn’t come home last night.” Is what she says. “He isn’t answering my texts.” Nate doesn’t exactly think it’s atypical for his brother-in-law but he tells his sister about the rules for filing a missing person’s report and then tells her he has to go because he has to go to work, because that creature attacked again. It isn’t until hours later when Jack grabs his shoulder and shakes his head, slides him a photo of the recent victim of the River Monster that he realizes how the two cases are connected.
I’ve loved and I’ve lossed. A cliche I know, but a feeling true. To say that it is nothing more is to lie, because an emotion can consume the daily life. I fight, and I fight, but the feeling prevails. The feeling of sadness from losing someone. I scream out, but it seems as no one hears. To bad, what I have to say is pretty real. I’ll continue my fight, till I find someone knew, then its time to fight again.
‘It’s a shame to hear about your loss’ was all I could ever think to say to people when someone they loved had passed. Until September 6th, 2006, that day I lost.. and for so long after then ‘I’m sorry to hear about your loss’ was all I would hear.
it’s a shame to hear about your loss was all i could ever think to say to people when someone they loved had passed. Until September 6th, 2006 that day I lost. and for so long i’m sorry to hear about you loss was all i could hear.
The loss of the chicken was quite sad indeed. For the ravishingly starving boy was aware that this was his very last meal, and that without that chicken-fried wisdom, he was a dead man. This loss was too great to bare, and he contemplated on what his next move should be.
One day,
Memories will fade.
Those storm eyes will blur
Streaks of white, black, and grey
The grey I used to know.
Soft, golden laughs will
Drift recklessly into the dying wind.
The loss of my parent have still not worn off. Everyday I wake up thinking of thiem. Every night I fall asleep crying. I have nightmares of them. I hate it. The guilt the weight of their deaths. KNowing that it was my fault. if only I had done the right thing. I would not be like this.
The loss of a loved one is one of the most painful things that happened in my life. I cared so much for a person and yet, this is what I got – a painful loss.
The loss of a loved one is one of the most painful thing that happened in my life. I cared so much for a perso and yet, this is what I got – a painful loss.
There is something to be said about loss. It’s not always something tragic. It’s always something painful. While there are often tears or fears, there is always a silver lining. There is always something learned. There is always something discovered, whether in the journey or inside yourself.
Loss and gain. Cycling continously, one struggling to win over the other. Such is life. Ever anxious that the next loss will not be followed by a greaterthanorequalto gain, but will be the start of the end.
Sherlock had quickly discovered the true reason, behind the pretenses, for why John had made a request to own a couch. With only the two armchairs for relaxing in, the two flatmates had been comfortable, but separate. This way, John was able to wind down from the day’s stress while simultaneously keeping contact with Sherlock. He had found it slightly odd, at first, when John had settled in next to him and rested his sandy-haired head on a bony shoulder, though he realized in contemplation that after the events on the rooftop and in the ferris wheel, it actually wasn’t that odd at all.
Now, a few weeks later, Sherlock had become happily acclimated to the gentle and unimposing contact, and as John rose from the couch to head to bed, Sherlock had to hold himself back from whimpering at the loss of warmth and the soothing stroking that John had sustained on Sherlock’s knee for the past half hour. The suddenly lonesome detective was fiercely tempted to follow John, but figured that he had left for a reason, and wanted the time to himself.
There was always tomorrow night, Sherlock reassured himself.
Loss of time. Loss of love. Loss of mind.
What a strange idea it is, to loose somebody. You can clearly see them as they stand near you, can hear them speak to another person–never you any more–and can come into the briefest of contact with them to know yes, they are indeed real, never something you imagined. But did you imagine your friendship? Your easy laughter? Your ability know when to say the right thing at the right moment? Imagine that you could actually understand somebody on such a deep level?
Just add it to the growing list of people and things you’ve lost over the years. You’ll never run out of room, not really.
Although, this hurt comes from more the fact that you missplaced, not lost, the thing that used to be us.
I lost. competitive-yes.
I lost. my grandfathers life-gone.
I lost. my insecurities-great.
I lost- my words-slipped.
I lost- my respect for you-no more.
I’ve lost many things,
but,
I’ve gained the most important-
Wisdom.
Perseverance.
Strength.
Loss is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it can be really good. Loss of a bad relationship is always good even though it hurts. I think people at times think of the word loss as negative but that’s not always the case.
Loss. Bereavement. Some people go through life without experiencing much. For others, it’s a daily experience. What have I lost in my lifetime? Old friends. Old enemies too. Loss is not necessarily a bad thing. Loss is to gain as destruction is to creation. Nothing is permanent and inevitably, all is lost. That does not mean that one should despair…
today, my husband told me that our papers were submitted to the courts.
now I wonder…
which day in spring will be remembered as the day our marriage officially ended?
“It’s your loss.” She watched him walk away. Her hands fisted in her coat pockets, but she turned with her head held high and continued down the hallway. Her mind flickered back to the argument and then to the words that perhaps, neither of them had really meant.
But words spoken remain spoken and can never be un-spoke.
She sucked in a breath and softly blew it out. “Yeah, it’s your loss.” She whispered. A tear trickled down, unbidden. “Not mine.” Her nose grew red. “Definitely not mine.”
I am bad a this. Any kind of loss. You’d think I’d get better with it over time. Certain kinds of losses anyway. I don’t. They’re all horrible. Loss due to death being the worst of course. But other losses too. Friends moving way, loss of trust, loss of faith, loss of items… I don’t do well with loss. I want the people and things I love to be around me forever.
I never thought this is what it would feel like. the beckoning castle of dreams did not include this. How is it possible that a gain — should feel like — a loss?
Not only did the teammates think tonight’s loss was irreversible, but the entire franchise looked down upon the coach as if life itself had ended. But one thing that coach Sherwood did not see as loss was his faith-win or lose, he praised the Lord.
I am at a loss for words, I have none to describe the state I’m in. There is no term or expression to elaborate on my incressing sorrow. If only I was at a loss of sorrow and not happiness.
Loss is all around me. I haven’t loss many people as in relatives and close people but I am always feeling loss. Loss of self, loss of youth, loss of fitness and attractiveness – loss of intangibles that mean life is new and fresh. Life is so not new and fresh. It is discouraging and full of confusion and disappointments.
It could be considered such a loss, the weekend. No sales, just a lot of gawkers and party goers. But then again, not one of my pieces cried out to go home with anyone else but me. I can love them for a little while longer. They know when they have found a home.
what a loss. a loss of hope is what it is. losing that very thing that always gave you the courage to be who you are. but try not to see this as a loss of life.. see it as a place where you can search for new answers and new hope, new hope that will be able to see you through the all of life’s twists and turns. hope that teaches you how to love and serve to the best of your abilities.
The day when i’ve matured, when i have straight A’s, concrete plans for my future, a calander packed with activities, a date to Prom, a pretty face, and a kind heart…the day i am finally worthy of you…on that day i will look straight into your amazing eyes and say “your loss.” And then i will be the happiest girl on earth…at least for while.
Life is full of loss. As a hospice nurse I experience this each day. It’s better to celebrate the life and not concentrate on the loss, but really hard to do that in reality.
Loss of blood, loss of sight, loss of steady breathing–all are losses when questioning her vitality. But the light in her eyes had gone out much before than she ever lost her life; she had lost her soul, at much too young, and her body followed, ignorant as it was.
I was at a loss from the start, already 5 seconds behind everyone else. Even if it doesn’t seem like much, the gap which seems like a sliver can seem like a canyon to a racer.
And I’m always on the losing end.
Loss is a sad sad thing. We all encounter a loss at some point in our lives. It may be very difficult to deal with or get past, but most of the time we are lucky enough to have a support group around us to help guide us through the time of bereavement. We may think that we are the only ones grieving, but many around the world have or are feeling the same grief as we are.
The loss of my arm was meaningless when I still had it. Little did I know how crucial balance was to running, eating, sex, and even sitting. My missing limb now had significance unfathomable to a sstupid youth
Nate wakes up to a phone call from his sister, his older, beautiful sister. When he answers she’s crying. “He didn’t come home last night.” Is what she says. “He isn’t answering my texts.” Nate doesn’t exactly think it’s atypical for his brother-in-law but he tells his sister about the rules for filing a missing person’s report and then tells her he has to go because he has to go to work, because that creature attacked again. It isn’t until hours later when Jack grabs his shoulder and shakes his head, slides him a photo of the recent victim of the River Monster that he realizes how the two cases are connected.
I’ve loved and I’ve lossed. A cliche I know, but a feeling true. To say that it is nothing more is to lie, because an emotion can consume the daily life. I fight, and I fight, but the feeling prevails. The feeling of sadness from losing someone. I scream out, but it seems as no one hears. To bad, what I have to say is pretty real. I’ll continue my fight, till I find someone knew, then its time to fight again.
‘It’s a shame to hear about your loss’ was all I could ever think to say to people when someone they loved had passed. Until September 6th, 2006, that day I lost.. and for so long after then ‘I’m sorry to hear about your loss’ was all I would hear.
it’s a shame to hear about your loss was all i could ever think to say to people when someone they loved had passed. Until September 6th, 2006 that day I lost. and for so long i’m sorry to hear about you loss was all i could hear.
The loss of the chicken was quite sad indeed. For the ravishingly starving boy was aware that this was his very last meal, and that without that chicken-fried wisdom, he was a dead man. This loss was too great to bare, and he contemplated on what his next move should be.
One day,
Memories will fade.
Those storm eyes will blur
Streaks of white, black, and grey
The grey I used to know.
Soft, golden laughs will
Drift recklessly into the dying wind.
And you’ll just be
Another lost soul.
The loss of my parent have still not worn off. Everyday I wake up thinking of thiem. Every night I fall asleep crying. I have nightmares of them. I hate it. The guilt the weight of their deaths. KNowing that it was my fault. if only I had done the right thing. I would not be like this.
The loss of a loved one is one of the most painful things that happened in my life. I cared so much for a person and yet, this is what I got – a painful loss.
The loss of a loved one is one of the most painful thing that happened in my life. I cared so much for a perso and yet, this is what I got – a painful loss.
I am at a loss, how many times can one lose the feeling of being lost, never let a length of time let you lose your soul in the midst of destruction.
There is something to be said about loss. It’s not always something tragic. It’s always something painful. While there are often tears or fears, there is always a silver lining. There is always something learned. There is always something discovered, whether in the journey or inside yourself.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. painful.
Loss and gain. Cycling continously, one struggling to win over the other. Such is life. Ever anxious that the next loss will not be followed by a greaterthanorequalto gain, but will be the start of the end.
Sherlock had quickly discovered the true reason, behind the pretenses, for why John had made a request to own a couch. With only the two armchairs for relaxing in, the two flatmates had been comfortable, but separate. This way, John was able to wind down from the day’s stress while simultaneously keeping contact with Sherlock. He had found it slightly odd, at first, when John had settled in next to him and rested his sandy-haired head on a bony shoulder, though he realized in contemplation that after the events on the rooftop and in the ferris wheel, it actually wasn’t that odd at all.
Now, a few weeks later, Sherlock had become happily acclimated to the gentle and unimposing contact, and as John rose from the couch to head to bed, Sherlock had to hold himself back from whimpering at the loss of warmth and the soothing stroking that John had sustained on Sherlock’s knee for the past half hour. The suddenly lonesome detective was fiercely tempted to follow John, but figured that he had left for a reason, and wanted the time to himself.
There was always tomorrow night, Sherlock reassured himself.
please be welcome to the kingdon of loss, have some soda and check-out the ladies, but beware, you are already dead.
Loss of time. Loss of love. Loss of mind.
What a strange idea it is, to loose somebody. You can clearly see them as they stand near you, can hear them speak to another person–never you any more–and can come into the briefest of contact with them to know yes, they are indeed real, never something you imagined. But did you imagine your friendship? Your easy laughter? Your ability know when to say the right thing at the right moment? Imagine that you could actually understand somebody on such a deep level?
Just add it to the growing list of people and things you’ve lost over the years. You’ll never run out of room, not really.
Although, this hurt comes from more the fact that you missplaced, not lost, the thing that used to be us.
I lost. competitive-yes.
I lost. my grandfathers life-gone.
I lost. my insecurities-great.
I lost- my words-slipped.
I lost- my respect for you-no more.
I’ve lost many things,
but,
I’ve gained the most important-
Wisdom.
Perseverance.
Strength.
Loss is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it can be really good. Loss of a bad relationship is always good even though it hurts. I think people at times think of the word loss as negative but that’s not always the case.
Loss. Bereavement. Some people go through life without experiencing much. For others, it’s a daily experience. What have I lost in my lifetime? Old friends. Old enemies too. Loss is not necessarily a bad thing. Loss is to gain as destruction is to creation. Nothing is permanent and inevitably, all is lost. That does not mean that one should despair…
today, he told me that our papers were submitted to the courts.
now I wonder…
which day in spring will be remembered as the day our marriage officially ended?
today, my husband told me that our papers were submitted to the courts.
now I wonder…
which day in spring will be remembered as the day our marriage officially ended?
It’s not a fact of life,it’s a reality. One that has followed me everywhere I go. It chases me in my wakefulness and in my nightmares.
“It’s your loss.” She watched him walk away. Her hands fisted in her coat pockets, but she turned with her head held high and continued down the hallway. Her mind flickered back to the argument and then to the words that perhaps, neither of them had really meant.
But words spoken remain spoken and can never be un-spoke.
She sucked in a breath and softly blew it out. “Yeah, it’s your loss.” She whispered. A tear trickled down, unbidden. “Not mine.” Her nose grew red. “Definitely not mine.”
Loss
I am bad a this. Any kind of loss. You’d think I’d get better with it over time. Certain kinds of losses anyway. I don’t. They’re all horrible. Loss due to death being the worst of course. But other losses too. Friends moving way, loss of trust, loss of faith, loss of items… I don’t do well with loss. I want the people and things I love to be around me forever.
I never thought this is what it would feel like. the beckoning castle of dreams did not include this. How is it possible that a gain — should feel like — a loss?
Not only did the teammates think tonight’s loss was irreversible, but the entire franchise looked down upon the coach as if life itself had ended. But one thing that coach Sherwood did not see as loss was his faith-win or lose, he praised the Lord.
I think of sports losses. And people who are no longer alive. I also think how losing the tumor has changed my life.
I am at a loss for words, I have none to describe the state I’m in. There is no term or expression to elaborate on my incressing sorrow. If only I was at a loss of sorrow and not happiness.
Loss is all around me. I haven’t loss many people as in relatives and close people but I am always feeling loss. Loss of self, loss of youth, loss of fitness and attractiveness – loss of intangibles that mean life is new and fresh. Life is so not new and fresh. It is discouraging and full of confusion and disappointments.
It could be considered such a loss, the weekend. No sales, just a lot of gawkers and party goers. But then again, not one of my pieces cried out to go home with anyone else but me. I can love them for a little while longer. They know when they have found a home.
what a loss. a loss of hope is what it is. losing that very thing that always gave you the courage to be who you are. but try not to see this as a loss of life.. see it as a place where you can search for new answers and new hope, new hope that will be able to see you through the all of life’s twists and turns. hope that teaches you how to love and serve to the best of your abilities.
The day when i’ve matured, when i have straight A’s, concrete plans for my future, a calander packed with activities, a date to Prom, a pretty face, and a kind heart…the day i am finally worthy of you…on that day i will look straight into your amazing eyes and say “your loss.” And then i will be the happiest girl on earth…at least for while.
Life is full of loss. As a hospice nurse I experience this each day. It’s better to celebrate the life and not concentrate on the loss, but really hard to do that in reality.
Oh, the loss of time…my everyday tragedy as I always end up wasting, throwing away precious minutes doing things that are of no real consequence.
The boss, facing loss, grew moss.
Loss of blood, loss of sight, loss of steady breathing–all are losses when questioning her vitality. But the light in her eyes had gone out much before than she ever lost her life; she had lost her soul, at much too young, and her body followed, ignorant as it was.
I was at a loss from the start, already 5 seconds behind everyone else. Even if it doesn’t seem like much, the gap which seems like a sliver can seem like a canyon to a racer.
And I’m always on the losing end.
Loss is a sad sad thing. We all encounter a loss at some point in our lives. It may be very difficult to deal with or get past, but most of the time we are lucky enough to have a support group around us to help guide us through the time of bereavement. We may think that we are the only ones grieving, but many around the world have or are feeling the same grief as we are.
Yesterday there was a bridge collapse. 86 were lost. Very terrifying. I was one of the survivors. I feel sorry for everyone’s loss.