Quotes About Loss

Love does not last forever, then?" "He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.

La confianza es un camino de dos direcciones... Todas las fortunas tienen sus límites. Hay cosas más importantes en la vida que un trozo de cristal. Las palabras, por dulces que fueran, no suavizaban la pérdida. El pasado es como un mal sueño. No se llega a olvidar del todo, pero con el tiempo pierde intensidad. las cosas no te consuelan cuando tienes miedo, ni te escuchan cuando necesitas hablar con alguien. Las cosas nunca me han hecho feliz.

Why couldn't people just be who they were? Womanizers, drinkers, liars, and manipulators, instead of pretending around it all, hiding the secrets like dirty laundry stuffed under a bed, and then dying, so the grieving got whammed with two losses—the flesh-and-blood bodies and the images they thought they knew.

everything—sound, sight, feeling, certainly understanding. Christine remembered little of that night other than the smear of life and loss pulling her under, sinking her soul, and the sight of her mother crumpled in a chair with Uncle Harry and his glass of Johnny Walker Red. A man called, he'd said…

They weren't giving up their life, and yet, none of them realized they'd already done just that.

Love has nothing to do with it. It's commitment and toughness when your world shatters around you. It's losing babies and jobs and hope. It's sickness and pain, and disillusionment and broken dreams.

Life was a strange mix of twists and turns, where incomprehensible loss often led to paths of unimaginable joy.

Too nice was a thief, robbing bits of your life out from underneath you, one experience at a time.

Does anybody wonder so many women die? Grief and constant anxiety kill nearly as many women as men die on the battlefield.

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul, Comes back with more than the first loveliness-- The all I've lost, the more I never found Haunting her beauty, while for me she weaves Of color, odor, sound, her perfect days.

Red leaned down so his nose almost touched hers and bellowed, "You should be worried! You're losing all of them! You are going to mind me, woman!

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

Breaking up. It happens kind of suddenly. One minute, you're holding hands walking down the street, and the next minute, you're lying on the floor crying and all the good CDs are missing.

They say that time heals all wounds but all it's done so far is give me more time to think about how much I miss you.

For whatever the reason being to be without that special someone, your only focus, the one that you truly loved and still love is to alter your life forever. No matter what, there's no getting away from it because 'it' is the person you loved and still love and think of all the time no matter what. It doesn't matter how many new people come into your life the gap will never close for that special someone, the one who was your only focus.

Trying to mentally bury strong loving feelings for someone who is no longer in your life and that you still truly love is like trying to hold a beach ball under water....just keeps surfacing.

To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.

I wish I had never known you. I was happy before even when you were not there yet. Unlike now, you make me suffer, I know that you didn't mean to have known me. Me too, I wasn't planning on loving you.

It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.

And we come back again to the same question, if God is guilty or not for the loss of the Sacred Self of the man at that time.

He would say, 'How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away someday, far away...' And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone.