Quotes About Loss

I failed a lot of times running after people that didn't feel the same way for me. I treated them like they were my everything but they just treated me like another someone they knew. I gave up a lot of times and still every time I start loving someone new it never tends to work out...and it tears me up inside realizing that they are starting to fade away from my life and eventually they'll be gone.

Sorry I had to let you go but I couldnt hold on anymore. It kills me to let you go but its even worse to see that you dont care at all about me. You mean everything to me but I guess to you, I'm just another friend. The more I hold on, the more I'm going to get hurt. Someday I'm going to look back and regret and I'm gonna wish I tried harder but the sad truth is, that in the end the one that gets hurt isnt you, its me.

If you've ever loved and lost love, then you will understand that you need to learn to love yourself as much as you need to let go of that person who no longer loves you, so that you can move on, be happy and allow yourself to love again.

That upsetting moment when you lost respect for someone you really cared about.

But memories and griefs are fleeting things.

The most gifted people that I had known had died young.

She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;

But never again would I be able to erase that contraction from her face, or that suffering from her heart, or, rather, from my own; for, since the dead exist only in us, it is ourselves that we strike unrelentingly when we persist in remembering the blows we have dealt them. I clung to these sorrows, however cruel they might be, with all my strength, for I felt that they were the effect of my memory of my grandmother, the proof that this memory which I had was indeed present in me.

There must be something inaccessible in what we love, something to pursue; we love only what we do not possess, and soon I began once more to realize that I did not possess Albertine.

The dead last so short a time … Alas, in the coffin they crumble into dust, Less quickly than in our hearts!

The only true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

The constant vision of this imaginary happiness helped me to bear the ruining of my real happiness. With a woman who does not love us, as with someone who has died, the knowledge that there is nothing left to hope for does not prevent us from going on waiting.

it was only at that moment—more than a year after her burial, because of the anachronism which so often prevents the calendar of facts from corresponding to the calendar of feelings—that I became conscious that she was dead.

And grief is as potent in altering reality as is drunkenness

We dream a great deal of paradise, or, rather, of numerous successive paradises, but they are all, long before we die, paradises lost, in which we would feel lost.

Hâlâ mümkün olan bir ?eyden dakika dakika art?k mümkün olmayan bir ?eye geçi?te, insan?n göz yumup kendi eliyle derinle?tirdi?i bir ac? var.

Sadness had reigned in undisputed sovereignty over his shadowed childhood.

brž ko ljubiš, nimaš nikogar ve? rad

Painful recollections are always of the dead. And the dead decompose rapidly, and there remains the beauty of nature, silence, the purity of air.

We had better stop seeing each other, life is forcing us apart." No doubt when I was writing those words to Gilberte, I was saying to myself that when I next loved, not her but some other person, the excess of my love would diminish the love that that person might otherwise feel for me, as if between two people there were inevitably a fixed amount of love, so that where one loved more the other must love less, and from that other, as from Gilberte, I should be forced one day to separate.

M. Verdurin replied in a hasty tone and with an embittered groan, not of grief but of irritated impatience: "Why yes, of course, but what's to be done about it, it's no use crying over spilt milk, talking about him won't bring him back to life, will it?

C'est toujours l'attachement à l'objet qui entraine la mort du possesseur

Kaybetmekten en çok korktu?umuz zenginlikler, kalbimiz taraf?ndan ele geçirilmedikleri için, d???m?zda kalm?? olanlard?r.

Perhaps we shall lose them, perhaps they will be obliterated, if we return to nothing in the dust. But so long as we are alive, we can no more bring ourselves to a state in which we shall not have known them than we can with regard to any material object, than we can, for example, doubt the luminosity of a lamp that has just been lighted, in view of the changed aspect of everything in the room, from which has vanished even the memory of the darkness.