If you’re going to lose, do it with pride.
And, without warning, the anguish of her loss returned, like a blow to his stomach, and he was afraid that he would faint.
Innocence, once lost, is lost forever.
I now realise that there are only two kinds of people in the world. People who are bereaved and those who are yet to be bereaved.
Some things aren’t such a loss, perhaps.