Loss results in lamentations, mourning, and lugubrious expressions of grief. When a loss occurs, this is typically a bad thing, causing heartbreak and/or depression for the victim.
Fire. Roaring. Wailing. Smoke and shadows. There was nothing here. Just blank emptiness where once there was life and light and… She used to live here. She was the fire. She knew it and it protected her, but now… now…
The house sighed, the pervading sense of loss echoing throughout its blackened, empty halls.
sudden diptheric, tremoric loss, a tubercular loss
heart tremors ripping through earthen shreds of human landscape
loss is a sudden tearing or misplacing of remembered imprints.
It cut at her, eating at her flesh like acid. The pain of his loss was physical, stopping her heart and catching her breath. When people talked about broken hearts, Gwen had always assumed they weren’t being literal; how could a heart break? But she felt it inside of her now, a deep ache in her chest. It was the most painful thing she’d ever experienced.
I am sorry for your loss.
It was for the best.
I’m sorry.
He’s in a better place.
I don’t understand. All these words, all these sayings, what do they really mean? They didn’t know him, they didn’t see the way he looked just before he died (that smile… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that smile). They don’t know how much he believed that giving up was the best thing for him. They knew nothing.
i’m at a loss. a loss for words, a loss for hope. our society’s loss is its own integrity and morality. we’re all at a loss, until we can find a way to band together
The inconvenience I have felt whenever someone new walks into my life, and then after a small amount of time, walks out. It’s saddening. Loss is a depressing thing that we all have to overcome. Perhaps I’ve become somewhat prone to it. But it will always hurt a little, no matter what.
i’m at a loss for words. my hands are shaking. my eyes start to swell. the tears make my vision blurry. my lips quiver at the thought of you. i hope hope is not lost, but if it is, will you help me find it again?
hair loss
weight loss
loss of sight
loss of love
valley of loss
secret loss
loss, the game
l.o.s.s.
the word is starting to look weird to me
in fact the word
i am now at a
loss
for
loss
How long has it been, long time right…and I still mourn your loss not the loss of Death but I guess that would been more kind, I mourn the loss of your indifference, of your total lack of caring. I remember the reason why you left but I don’t know the reason for the indifference, the unkindness. I know it make it easier on you….Last time you called very recently as a matter of fact, you wanted to talk to me you needed to talk to me, you could not take it anymore it had been very hard last couple of years and you just needed to hear my voice you send me a song because that has always been your way….I cried in the deepest recess of my heart because I can not allow my feelings to surface my loss has been great only the sound of the falling water know how hard I have cried and how hard I had to swallow the tears so I can come out and show my make believe smile and keep inside all the pain and all the hurt I still feel inside of me. When I close my eyes I can still see how your smile made me smile…how it always made me feel not in a sensual way, but just deep in the core of my being…You are my love and you will always be…My loss is great, I lost me but worse of all I lost you.
The hand pushes further and further through your chest; past the veins, past the blood. Reaching farther for your heart; past the feeling, past your nerve. Grabs tightly and with one tough pull, rips from you, your love.
I hate loss. I hate losing things. It makes me feel like a failure. Also, this word reminds me of Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “One Art” which is all about loss and losing and how hard it is even when we know it’s part of life and love. Of course, weight loss is good. :)
Her scrunched up eyes exuded a small trickle that was the precedent of a hugh howl. One grubby hand held the ice cream cone without the ice cream, while the small heart shaped lip trembled in anger over the already melted sweet on the hot asphalt.
loss.
i lost my gramma.
i lost her seven weeks and three days ago.
i didn’t lose her in the sense that she can be found.
i lost her forever.
and i would give anything to have her back.
The she-ninja changed seats and sat next to him as if it were some kind of regular action that happened every day. He could feel her press against him slightly…or at least his mind was telling that this was happening. But as she pressed against him, he felt a loss tugging at him from inside.
Heartbreak makes way for strength. The loss of one thing or someone makes you stronger. Loss shows you what you cherish. What you miss. What you need. Loss isn’t a hole. It is a mountain waiting to be conquered.
One time I lost my only love. He said it would be better if I were able to date someone closer to me, because he thought he was holding me back. He wasn’t holding me back. Then I got a boyfriend. Now I feel like I lost that first guy forever.
its always difficult to lose something, whether it is a prized possession, a competition, or a loved one, we all have struggled through some kind of loss. I will never forget the time I lost my first life.
Loss. Loss. I would say I was at a loss for words. But it was not the words for which I lost, but my sense of being. My being, like my words, was me. But my words only represent me. Okay, this is doesn’t even make sense and I’m trying too hard. I had a bad last few hours. Moping over.
I’m at a loss for words. At the end of the aisle, there is a man dressed in a black suit with a red tie and vest. The same hue as the rubies dripping from my ears.
My father’s bicep is firm and rough against my sleeve. Flaky skin against white. He doesn’t smile even when he lets me go.
The tragic event left Clarrisse stranded in the dark. No parents. No friends. No lover. Nothing. She stood solitary in the archway, partially illuminated by the faint fluorescent light protruding from the ceiling.
Oh the loss of a loved one isn’t really a loss. What am I losing? I feel like I’m losing resistance more than anything else. I’m “losing” thoughts of why there isn’t love here, too.
The same word describes an emotive and monetary experience, are they connected? The shape of the word is pleasing although the meaning is not. Loss….sibliant ‘s”.
you’re a loss.
you’re a massive loss. even though you’re still here, you’re not here.
you’re one thousand and sixty fucking miles away, and i’m lost without you.
i’m scared that some little blonde girl is going to be charmed by your curly red hair and your worn wool sweaters, and one day you’ll hold her hand and realize that you don’t love me anymore.
that would be a loss.
a loss greater than anything i can fathom.
Loss is a tricky thing;
because sometimes it can actually be a good thing.
And you wonder- how can something be good if it leaves a gaping hole in your heart, if it impairs you from feeling anything lovely anymore?
Sometimes it’s for the better, and nothing sucks more than having to admit that to yourself.
The trees always lost their leaves at around this time. But this year, they were still green, as if they were impervious to the sudden chill in the air. I didn’t quite understand it, but if it meant a few more days of summer, I wasn’t going to complain
i may regret this loss..but if i dont leave now, ill be lying,ill be faking,ill be pretending..and this should be everything but that. ill miss you, no doubt about that.
I am at a loss for words half the time
The correct ones
I always have something to say
At the moment I’m at a loss of appetite
Cemented to the chair
Full of Asian Chicken Noodle Soup
Losing the ability to think straight
Loss of time
Loss of Life
Losses are part of the journey
Without thinking, Connie let the door slam behind her. When she heard the mournful bay of Camille, her Golden Retriever, she knew it was a mistake. There was no going back, no way to call her back in again. The loss would be overwhelming.
This is amazing. How the hell do I have fifty dollars and then, boom, blink, bow, it’s gone? I can’t even imagine where my dumb ass put it or where it could’ve gone off to. I need it, of course. Isn’t it always the stuff you need that winds up in the fridge or at the bottom of the drawer you never open? Now I have to tear this place apart to find it or the rent is short. Horse.
The loss of her mother was hard. It was a loss she will never forget. She looked just like her mother. If it weren’t for the age difference they could have been twins.
The loss of the game was tough. They almost had it won.
do you see them? – the leaves as they gently wave hello. do you hear them? – the leaves as they humbly whisper together. look across the green and see the tree of color, i came to swollow loss but left seeing only beauty.
Loss is such a bad thing thing to the senses, to the heart. I could lose a notebook, or I could lose my one and only heart. Loss can be damaging to the soul, or frustrating to the mind.
The loss of her was great.
I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t breath.
Every heart beat was like a sword stabbing though my broken chest.
I felt as if every bone in my body weighed a thousand pounds.
Missing her was not even close.
My soul was restless with the need to be near her.
While my mind knew I would never again gaze upon her silken face.
Never again touch her creamy skin.
I would forever mourn the loss of my beloved Anita.
She will always be in my heart, in my thoughts.
But always just out of reach, just out of sight.
Soon though, I will be with her again.
When death takes me in it’s cold embrace.
Wrapping it’s fingers around my already constricted throat.
I will finally see her face again.
I will finally be with my Anita for all eternity.
The loss of her father came as no surprise, but it was still incredibly difficult to bear. She could not imagine not having him there to confide in. Since childhood, he was the one she could turn to when she needed solace, or advice.
Loss results in lamentations, mourning, and lugubrious expressions of grief. When a loss occurs, this is typically a bad thing, causing heartbreak and/or depression for the victim.
Fire. Roaring. Wailing. Smoke and shadows. There was nothing here. Just blank emptiness where once there was life and light and… She used to live here. She was the fire. She knew it and it protected her, but now… now…
The house sighed, the pervading sense of loss echoing throughout its blackened, empty halls.
sudden diptheric, tremoric loss, a tubercular loss
heart tremors ripping through earthen shreds of human landscape
loss is a sudden tearing or misplacing of remembered imprints.
It cut at her, eating at her flesh like acid. The pain of his loss was physical, stopping her heart and catching her breath. When people talked about broken hearts, Gwen had always assumed they weren’t being literal; how could a heart break? But she felt it inside of her now, a deep ache in her chest. It was the most painful thing she’d ever experienced.
I am sorry for your loss.
It was for the best.
I’m sorry.
He’s in a better place.
I don’t understand. All these words, all these sayings, what do they really mean? They didn’t know him, they didn’t see the way he looked just before he died (that smile… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that smile). They don’t know how much he believed that giving up was the best thing for him. They knew nothing.
i’m at a loss. a loss for words, a loss for hope. our society’s loss is its own integrity and morality. we’re all at a loss, until we can find a way to band together
loss is something i know well. i’ve lost too much in my 19 years and i’ve only got more to lose right? so inspiring…
The inconvenience I have felt whenever someone new walks into my life, and then after a small amount of time, walks out. It’s saddening. Loss is a depressing thing that we all have to overcome. Perhaps I’ve become somewhat prone to it. But it will always hurt a little, no matter what.
i’m at a loss for words. my hands are shaking. my eyes start to swell. the tears make my vision blurry. my lips quiver at the thought of you. i hope hope is not lost, but if it is, will you help me find it again?
hair loss
weight loss
loss of sight
loss of love
valley of loss
secret loss
loss, the game
l.o.s.s.
the word is starting to look weird to me
in fact the word
i am now at a
loss
for
loss
How long has it been, long time right…and I still mourn your loss not the loss of Death but I guess that would been more kind, I mourn the loss of your indifference, of your total lack of caring. I remember the reason why you left but I don’t know the reason for the indifference, the unkindness. I know it make it easier on you….Last time you called very recently as a matter of fact, you wanted to talk to me you needed to talk to me, you could not take it anymore it had been very hard last couple of years and you just needed to hear my voice you send me a song because that has always been your way….I cried in the deepest recess of my heart because I can not allow my feelings to surface my loss has been great only the sound of the falling water know how hard I have cried and how hard I had to swallow the tears so I can come out and show my make believe smile and keep inside all the pain and all the hurt I still feel inside of me. When I close my eyes I can still see how your smile made me smile…how it always made me feel not in a sensual way, but just deep in the core of my being…You are my love and you will always be…My loss is great, I lost me but worse of all I lost you.
The hand pushes further and further through your chest; past the veins, past the blood. Reaching farther for your heart; past the feeling, past your nerve. Grabs tightly and with one tough pull, rips from you, your love.
I hate loss. I hate losing things. It makes me feel like a failure. Also, this word reminds me of Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “One Art” which is all about loss and losing and how hard it is even when we know it’s part of life and love. Of course, weight loss is good. :)
Her scrunched up eyes exuded a small trickle that was the precedent of a hugh howl. One grubby hand held the ice cream cone without the ice cream, while the small heart shaped lip trembled in anger over the already melted sweet on the hot asphalt.
there is loss there is failure this is inability to commit there is the end.
there is success there is persistence there is work there is another end.
two ends too hard, too easy to meet.
give it time. win or lose. make your choice. do it now.
loss.
i lost my gramma.
i lost her seven weeks and three days ago.
i didn’t lose her in the sense that she can be found.
i lost her forever.
and i would give anything to have her back.
The she-ninja changed seats and sat next to him as if it were some kind of regular action that happened every day. He could feel her press against him slightly…or at least his mind was telling that this was happening. But as she pressed against him, he felt a loss tugging at him from inside.
Heartbreak makes way for strength. The loss of one thing or someone makes you stronger. Loss shows you what you cherish. What you miss. What you need. Loss isn’t a hole. It is a mountain waiting to be conquered.
One time I lost my only love. He said it would be better if I were able to date someone closer to me, because he thought he was holding me back. He wasn’t holding me back. Then I got a boyfriend. Now I feel like I lost that first guy forever.
its always difficult to lose something, whether it is a prized possession, a competition, or a loved one, we all have struggled through some kind of loss. I will never forget the time I lost my first life.
Loss. Loss. I would say I was at a loss for words. But it was not the words for which I lost, but my sense of being. My being, like my words, was me. But my words only represent me. Okay, this is doesn’t even make sense and I’m trying too hard. I had a bad last few hours. Moping over.
I’m at a loss for words. At the end of the aisle, there is a man dressed in a black suit with a red tie and vest. The same hue as the rubies dripping from my ears.
My father’s bicep is firm and rough against my sleeve. Flaky skin against white. He doesn’t smile even when he lets me go.
The tragic event left Clarrisse stranded in the dark. No parents. No friends. No lover. Nothing. She stood solitary in the archway, partially illuminated by the faint fluorescent light protruding from the ceiling.
Oh the loss of a loved one isn’t really a loss. What am I losing? I feel like I’m losing resistance more than anything else. I’m “losing” thoughts of why there isn’t love here, too.
The same word describes an emotive and monetary experience, are they connected? The shape of the word is pleasing although the meaning is not. Loss….sibliant ‘s”.
you’re a loss.
you’re a massive loss. even though you’re still here, you’re not here.
you’re one thousand and sixty fucking miles away, and i’m lost without you.
i’m scared that some little blonde girl is going to be charmed by your curly red hair and your worn wool sweaters, and one day you’ll hold her hand and realize that you don’t love me anymore.
that would be a loss.
a loss greater than anything i can fathom.
Loss is a tricky thing;
because sometimes it can actually be a good thing.
And you wonder- how can something be good if it leaves a gaping hole in your heart, if it impairs you from feeling anything lovely anymore?
Sometimes it’s for the better, and nothing sucks more than having to admit that to yourself.
The trees always lost their leaves at around this time. But this year, they were still green, as if they were impervious to the sudden chill in the air. I didn’t quite understand it, but if it meant a few more days of summer, I wasn’t going to complain
my loss in the end. I should have, i could have…. if only…. but i didn’t and now I’m here.
at a loss. again. like always. when will I ever learn?
i may regret this loss..but if i dont leave now, ill be lying,ill be faking,ill be pretending..and this should be everything but that. ill miss you, no doubt about that.
I am at a loss for words half the time
The correct ones
I always have something to say
At the moment I’m at a loss of appetite
Cemented to the chair
Full of Asian Chicken Noodle Soup
Losing the ability to think straight
Loss of time
Loss of Life
Losses are part of the journey
Without thinking, Connie let the door slam behind her. When she heard the mournful bay of Camille, her Golden Retriever, she knew it was a mistake. There was no going back, no way to call her back in again. The loss would be overwhelming.
This is amazing. How the hell do I have fifty dollars and then, boom, blink, bow, it’s gone? I can’t even imagine where my dumb ass put it or where it could’ve gone off to. I need it, of course. Isn’t it always the stuff you need that winds up in the fridge or at the bottom of the drawer you never open? Now I have to tear this place apart to find it or the rent is short. Horse.
The loss of her mother was hard. It was a loss she will never forget. She looked just like her mother. If it weren’t for the age difference they could have been twins.
The loss of the game was tough. They almost had it won.
i suppose it is your loss
you’ll realize it while you floss
those yellowing teeth
after eating that meat
cooked in garlic and pepper sauce
do you see them? – the leaves as they gently wave hello. do you hear them? – the leaves as they humbly whisper together. look across the green and see the tree of color, i came to swollow loss but left seeing only beauty.
no where to be found
Loss is such a bad thing thing to the senses, to the heart. I could lose a notebook, or I could lose my one and only heart. Loss can be damaging to the soul, or frustrating to the mind.
The loss of her was great.
I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t breath.
Every heart beat was like a sword stabbing though my broken chest.
I felt as if every bone in my body weighed a thousand pounds.
Missing her was not even close.
My soul was restless with the need to be near her.
While my mind knew I would never again gaze upon her silken face.
Never again touch her creamy skin.
I would forever mourn the loss of my beloved Anita.
She will always be in my heart, in my thoughts.
But always just out of reach, just out of sight.
Soon though, I will be with her again.
When death takes me in it’s cold embrace.
Wrapping it’s fingers around my already constricted throat.
I will finally see her face again.
I will finally be with my Anita for all eternity.
The loss of her father came as no surprise, but it was still incredibly difficult to bear. She could not imagine not having him there to confide in. Since childhood, he was the one she could turn to when she needed solace, or advice.