Quotes About Loss

Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again…

I´ve given up on you. Loves fades. Mine has." - Dimitri

All this time…ever since I sold my soul, I've been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out there. That there was something to give me hope that even if I was a lost cause, at least there was something bright and good in the world. But there isn't. If there was, Seth wouldn't have fallen. Erik wouldn't have died. Andrea Mortensen wouldn't be dying." -Georgina to Carter

Sí, pero nosotros estamos vivos, Rose. No podemos dejar de vivir porque otras personas estén muertas

There would be no wedding for me. No bridal hopes. Not with Seth, not with anyone. Those things were lost to me forever. There was only an eternity alone, no lifelong lovers, only those I shared a night with…. - Georgina

Love Fades. Mine Has. - Dimitri

I was sure seeing pictures of Dimitri as a little boy would rip my heart out.

It's more than looks," said Eddie, growing pensive. "It's the way they act too. Micah's the same—outgoing, optimistic, excited. That's how Mason was. There are too few people like that in the world: people who are genuinely good. Mason was taken away from the world too soon. I won't let that happen to Micah." Eddie

And with that reunion... it was like I was emerging from a cave-one I'd been in for almost five weeks-into the bright light of day. When Dimitri had turned, I'd felt like I'd lost part of my soul. When I'd left Lissa, another piece had gone. Now, seeing her... I began to think maybe my soul might be able to heal. Maybe I could go on after all. I didn't feel 100 percent whole yet, but her presence filled up that missing part of me. I felt more like myself than I had in ages.

I tortured myself day after day with what if? questions. What if I'd been faster and stronger during the Strigoi fight? What if I hadn't told him where the Strigoi were in the first place? And what if I'd simply been able to return his love? Any of those could have kept him alive, but none of them had happened. And it was all my fault.

She was nearly gone, and I could just barely make out tears sparkling in her eyes. " I know you will. I believe in you. I always have." " I love you." "I love you too." She was gone.

He's gone. I will never hold him again.

His form grew fainter and fainter, and just before it went altogether, I saw the hint of a smile, that laughing and mischievous smile I'd loved so much.

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

Love fades, mine has.

I went to the library seeking information on what might bring hearing back, but now I wonder if there's a way to make it go away again. I can't see why our ancestors thought hearing was such a great thing, why they mourned its loss so much. It's jarring and distracting, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Blood is family. Blood is pain. Blood is death.

The old Dimitri would want you to live. If you really loved him, then you have to go on.

It's worth it, worth giving up the sun and the magic.

You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can

But anything other than a yes or no question was beyond us, apparently. He opened up his mouth as though he would say something. He looked like he was trying hard, like Adrian had with the plant. But no sound came out. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry I don't understand . . . and . . . I'm sorry for everything else." Mason gave me one last wistful look and then vanished.

Love Fades, mine has" - Dimitri Belikov

kill to live, live to kill. Immortality and freedom from these chains, but oh, what a loss . . .