Quotes About Loss

It will affect me in ways I can't even begin to get my mind around. This day is a dark crater. There is no room for songs. The songs are wrong. Every song is wrong. And I don't know what to do without music.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

You made me lose my appetite, Boomer. My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!

He doesn't just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

This is what a memorial is: Standing still, staring at something that isn't there.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

We saw our friends die. But we also see our friends live. So many of them live, and we often toast their long and full lives. They carry us on.

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

Whatever you had -- I don't know what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too much hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

Even if you're the victor, you've hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

My beacon is gone and I'm drowning now. The storm is all around me and I can't even save myself. I don't even know if I want to. She's gone.

I try to hear her voice, try to separate that single pitch from the shouts and applause. But she's as lost to me as she was the night I cried and she didn't turn back to see if I was okay. Three weeks, two days, and twenty-three hours ago. And she's already with someone else.

It was too heartbreaking to live with so many separations.

What's gone is gone.

Just be warned, you said. Some day you will ask me to give up something I really love, and then it`s going to get ugly.

I guess that's the danger with firsts—you lose all sense of proportion. So I made a fool of myself, even though I didn't realize it at the time. I was so devoted to him.

Love means never having to lose your limbs.

It's like I've landed in the most perfect place in the universe. And then it blows up.

he's walking away and at the same time i feel like i'm the one leaving him behind.