Quotes About Loss

Cherish the people you love, because you never know when Allah will take them back.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

Die before the one whom you love; to live after he dies is to live a worthless life in this world.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

You can't kill it with goodbye; It always finds a place to hide inside your heart for your whole life. Love is never-ending.

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

If we had known our love would come to this we could have saved our hearts the hurt of wasted years.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

I guess that's just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

We love a genius for what he leaves and mourn him for what he takes away

What's given to dunya is lost forever. What's given to Allah is never lost. If you give what you love, for the sake of what He loves, you'll have what you love forever.

When you have loved deeply, that love can grow even stronger after the death of the person you love. That is the core message of Jesus.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing to give your love to.

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It can go on forever.

Time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose, and all that we hate we will eventually face.

Intense love always leads to mourning.

Losing someone we love, or the fear of losing someone we love one day is a difficult experience and we can all relate to it. None of us are an exception to this reality.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.