Quotes About Loss

Not being able to protect her from things was the most frightening thing I'd ever felt, and it kicked in as soon as we got together. With every year we spent together, I became more conscious that I now had an infinitely expanding number of reasons to be afraid. I had something to lose.

By the time you're an adult, you're used to seeing your friends disappear into their five-year plans. They drop out to get married, have babies, go to grad school, get divorced. They start a band or enter the penal system. They vanish for years at a time - some come back, some don't. Some of them you wait for and some you let go. Sometimes the only way they come back is in a song.

I knew I would have to relearn how to listen to music, and that some of the music we'd loved together I'd never be able to hear again.

Just more of that endless, useless knowledge you absorb when you're in a relationship, with no meaning or relevance outside of that relationship. When the relationship's gone, you're stuck knowing all this garbage.

It's not human to let go of love, even when it's dead.

Being a husband is scary....We have everything to lose. We have made promises. We have given hostages to fortune and challenged fate to a dance-off. We have chosen a future full of loss....when you marry somebody, you are guaranteeing that you will have real problems, a future full of them, the kind that involve death and disease and grief. As husbands, we have *planned* on major anguish. We can't afford to use up all our patience at once, or over things that aren't all that important.

Some records turned out better than others: Off the Ground quite rotten, Flaming Pie and New and Chaos and Creation in the Backyard quite excellent. One of my favorites is Run Devil Run, from 1999, the year after Linda died

One of her best songs ever is 'Annabel Lee,' which she just released a few years ago on her underrated 2011 album In My Dreams . It's a six-minute sex-and-death trip with a lyric from one of her hot dead rock-and-roll boyfriends: Edgar Allan Poe. The key line is: 'The moon never beams without bringing me dreams.' Poe might have written that line in 1849, but he clearly always meant it for Stevie Nicks to sing.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.

Love dies in many different ways, and it's natural for the grass to seem greener on the other side. But it's not a competition; there's plenty of pain to go around.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say.

Sometimes great tunes happen to bad times, and when the bad time is over, not all the tunes get to move on with you.

The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about.

She already knew that he'd decided to leave—knew before he opened his mouth to speak. But for one last minute, she could pretend that he was hers to keep. For one last minute, she held him, and let him hold her.

My dad? He died when I was 19, which is a bad time for your dad to die, because there's an awful lot of things you have to resolve with your parents past your teens if you've been a difficult teenager.

I didn't lose my mind, it was mine to give away

behaved improperly with his wife-and lost his divorce suit in the bargain. On April 25, 1907, Cody wrote that

Being honest does not detract from the loss or the incredible value these people have: it simply prevents the pain, mistrust, and anger that follows when the truth comes out.

when i wake up mornings alone it is more disturbing, when i imagine it could be the living things, that are going out of my life.

There are no beautiful houses in England now. Only ruins, mental homes, and Government offices.

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

people seem to be more motivated by the thought of losing something than by the thought of gaining something of equal value.

The idea of potential loss plays a large role in human decision making. In fact, people seem to be more motivated by the thought of losing something than by the thought of gaining something of equal value.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost. —G. K. CHESTERTON T