Quotes About Loss

Marriage destroyed my relationship with two wonderful men.

It's hard to give up the being together with someone.

Fiorito has all the right stuff. His splendid memoir about his relationship with his dying father belongs on that small shelf with Philip Roth's Patrimony and Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes.

We're losing a ritual. We're losing a ritual that I believe is transformative, transcendent, and is at the heart of the patient-physician relationship.

I was always trying to win the world, but somewhere I lost you.

Nothing destroys a relationship quicker than our fears of inadequacy and loss.

Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad.

Sinfully acquired wealth may remain for ten years; in the eleventh year it disappears with even the original stock.

Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else's death.

In our loss and fear we craved the acts of religion, the ceremonies that allow us to admit our helplessness, our dependence on the great forces we do not understand.

It wasn't that [he] believed in religion, or a God, or an afterlife. He just knew it was impossible to feel this much love and for it to end.

Earth is a homicide victim. We lose our children. There are wars. Disease. And God comes strolling by like a cosmic Billie Burke.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, but lose his soul?" -Mark 8:36

Religious devotion is for the individual. Character is for all. There is no loss if there is no devotion. Everything is lost if there is no character.

I guessed life was like that. You gained and you lost, and if you saved anything from the ruins, even if only a shred of self-respect, it was enough to take you through the next bit.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

We are all the heroes and heroines of our own lives. Our love stories are amazingly romantic; our losses and betrayals and disappointments are gigantic in our own minds.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Many people have accused me of having a romantic view, whereas I personally I feel sorry for those who have lost romance in their lives.

Love breaks your heart, love takes no less than everything. Love makes it hard, and it fades away so easily.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Sink into morbid, cynical reflection on how much romantic heartbreak is to do with ego and miffed pride rather than actual loss

In all our losses, all our gains, In all our pleasures, all our pains, The life of life is: Love remains. In every change from good to ill,- If love continues still, Let happen then what will.