Quotes About Loss

Counting both Northerners and Southerners, more American lives were lost in the Civil War than in any other conflict.

not only did Horace Greeley, in less than a month's time, lose his wife, the election, his money, his mind, and his own life, but he also became the only presidential candidate of a major political party to receive no electoral votes.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.

Because people die. The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears.

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies

I wanted to fall down right there but I knew you wouldn't catch me because you're dead.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt.

Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

The waters of the dead, a clear road, every lover in the form of stars, the road blocked.

You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.

Imagine this: You're pulling the car over. Somebody's waiting. You're going to die in your best friend's arms.

You were very beautiful.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. Crossed out.

We've made a graveyard out of the bone white afternoon.

You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.

You said Will you love me even more when I'm dead?

So , I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them?