Quotes About Loss

I spent my last wish on you, and now I don't know what to do...

What has faded, is already lost

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her

BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THEN TO HAVE NEVER LOVED AT ALL

She heard with patience all unto the end, And strove to maister sorrowful assay, Which greater grew, the more she did contend; And almost rent her tender hart in tway And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay: For greater love, the greater is the losse...

Man, condemned today to lose his dearest, tomorrow himself to pass through the gate of darkness

Grief is the price we pay for love.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when its gone.

It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down

All the little emptiness of love

Hell, madam, is to love no longer

I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too.

I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things.

Once upon a time I was falling in love but now I'm only falling apart. There's nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart.

Love is like a faucet, you can turn it off an' on, But when you think you've got it, it's done turned off and gone