Quotes About Loss

Of my friends, I am the only one I have left.

Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesnt.

The only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

The lover in the husband may be lost

Love, even if it is caring and great in quantity, can be wasted.

Paper napkins never return from a laundry - nor love from a trip to the law courts

Who persuaded you to cut off the nose of your wife's lover? Wretched husband, that was not the part which outraged you! Fool, what have you done? Your wife has lost nothing by the operation

I'm aware that people I have loved and have died and are in the spirit world looking after me.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Love is not a victory march, its a cold and its a broken hallelujah

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.

It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week.

The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief - But the pain of grief Is only a shadow When compared with the pain Of never risking love.

Love withers with predictability; its very essence is surprise and amazement. To make love a prisoner of the mundane is to take its passion and lose it forever.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

The problem with loving is that pets don't last long enough and people last too long.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly... Only after we have lost everything, are we free to do anything... Throw things out there and not be perfect and not have answers to anything and see if people understand

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Love, like death, changes everything.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.