Quotes About Loss

I think a lot of people think that my parents' deaths is why I write such sad songs, but that's not true. Those songs may just be the woman I am.

Death is no respecter of love.

Love can die in many ways, most of them far more terrible than physical death.

Her death...brought me as nothing else could do to know and end my jealousy of God. It saved her faith from assault.

That death, so full of suffering for us both, suffering that still overwhelmed my life, was yet a severe mercy. A mercy as severe as death, a severity as merciful as love.

Sometimes we lose things and we are broken. Sometimes we find things, and sometimes, if we are lucky, we mend.

Gee, is that my broken heart lying on the floor? Yes. Yes, it is.

Take your winnings and go, feline." "Where did the love go?" Gwen pouted. "It went with our money," Nevin muttered.

Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

The future is flying home. That's the immediate future. But long-distance future, I plan on being back. I'm not going to end my time here with that loss.

No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

Each time a high-wage job is lost, a family is turned upside down. And that affects the communities where they live.

Time is the thief you cannot banish.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

The world of the dead won?t give you up a second time.

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

For the time it lasted, it was really fun. It was as exciting as we can put it out to be, but after that, it was reality. We lost, and here I am.

A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.