Quotes About Loss

Love is messy. If you really love someone, you can't avoid the pain. People die, people leave, things change, but sometimes it all works

He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.

Sometimes life will make you give up what you love most.

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

Otela mi je, Igore brate, moju sebi?nost, moje remekdelo!

Ispod toga sam bio zapisao pre nekoliko ve?eri, kada mi je postalo jasno da Euridika više ne?e do?i: Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Ožiljkom jednim oboga?en.

Kozorogi, što me nisi poštedeo toga! Što si mi pomogao da srušim spomenik od zlata, od mesa, od mese?ine. Euridiko sliko, Euridiko senko, Euridiko — kurvo kamenjarko!

Death can't be so bad if mom went through it. It makes it easier for the child to follow.

People say you never remember anybody who dies in movies, and it's true, you don't. You don't even remember people who disappear.

My parakeet died. We were playing badminton.

Was herunterfallen kann, hält man mit Händen, doch was in meinem Herzen ist, damit werde ich sterben.

Die Menschen, die dich umgeben, sind ein Teil von dir. Ihr habt eine gemeinsame Geschichte. Sie können sie sogar mit dir gemeinsam schreiben. Und wenn du einen verlierst, verlierst du damit ein Stück von dir, egal wie du ihn verloren hast.

Vedete, una storia che finisce puoi affrontarla. Fa male, e per un po' è un dolore così lacerante che è come se i polmoni collassassero e il cuore implodesse ogni volta che ti rendi conto che se n'è andato. Ma man mano che passa il tempo, almeno per me, è quello che è rimasto, quelle briciole sul pavimento, che ti aiutano a continuare. Quelle modeste prove che ti aiutano a guarire, questa è l'idea che mi sono fatta.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell

Conservar algo que me ayude a recordarte, sería admitir que te puedo olvidar»,

And love leads to the grave.

But I treasure those nightmares. They're the only thing that's left of my life from before.

You know, I tried not to think of this place. I tried to let it go. To leave it behind. But it always came back to me, in my dreams. I'd dream about these details, these objects and people and places I'd left behind, and I'd wake up crying.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

In fact, Drew herself had felt shaken, at the reality of those pictures, at their silent reminder - that the people we are closest to can disappear like that, even the people most rooted in our lives, the ones we think of as constant. They too, like Drew herself, would at some point exist merely in images - photographs, recollections.

The upstairs was hopeless: all her clothes, Dale's suits, everything belonging to the boys. And everywhere the powerful, sickening smell of ashes and water.

After a breakup there's a momentary relief that you're free again. But that's quickly eclipsed by all the good memories you had together and the realization that there won't be any more of them.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom

High school sweetheart" is such an innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.