Quotes About Loss

Guardo el recuerdo de una chica que dormía en mi corazón, se despertaba a cada minuto para accionar los latidos y se dormía de nuevo. Un día, no se despertó y mi corazón se secó... Me golpeé el pecho, grité, me lancé contra árboles, y nada.

A las 17:30, se acabó . En el reloj de tu corazón, la aguja pequeña jamás volverá a subir a las doce».

Ella se había esmerado en que cupiese todo dentro de la caja. Por supuesto, no todo cabía. Porque aquellos años de vida en común no había forma de meterlos ni siquiera en un camión pesado.

Y es la intensidad loca de esa esperanza destruida la que hoy me adormecía.

Qué poco valoramos las cosas cuando no las hemos perdido!

Tears are the sound the heart makes when it breaks.

When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time. A thicket of summer grass Is all that remains Of the dreams and ambitions Of ancient warriors.

Should I hold it in my hand, it will melt in my burning tears. Autumnal frost.

I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and the grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds, and wrote in answer: From this day forth, alas, The dew-drops shall wash away The letters on my hat Saying 'A party of two'.

I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds.

The Yuki you once knew Zero, is now gone for good. Because the Vampire Yuki completely devoured her.

The world is dyed with the color of blood. It will never be able to go back to the way it was before.

You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.

What is your greatest regret? "Not staying in better touch with people who truly mattered to me before they died unexpectedly.

Most days I wish I never met you. Because then I could sleep at night. I wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge that someone like you was out there. And I wouldn't have to watch you throw it all away.

It made me lonely. And when I say lonely, I mean the kind of loneliness that howls through you like a desert wind. It wasn't just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them.

To lose someone you love is the very worst thing in the world. It creates an invisible hole that you feel you are falling down and will never end. People you love make the world real and solid and when they suddenly go away forever, nothing feels solid any more.

I have been in love only once in my life. I suppose that makes me a romantic, in a sense. The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It's a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.

It wasn't just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them.

When things are taken from us, the stuff that remains has more value.

I did not know how to be me, my strange and unusual self, without her. I had tried it, of course. I had existed whole years without her, but that was all it had been. An existence. A book with no words.

Love is scary because it pulls you in with an intense force, a supermassive black hole which looks like nothing from the outside but from the inside challenges every reasonable thing you know. You lose yourself, like I lost myself, in the warmest of annihilations.

The hardest bit about losing people you loved wasn`t thinking about the memories you had, the ones that had already been made. No. The hardest bit was the stuff that should have been, but had now been denied.

Grief is terror, in its most undiluted form.