Quotes About Loss

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

My uncle used to love me, but she died.

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

Whether you are religious or nonreligious, may you find solace in the knowledge that the suffering is ours, but that those we love suffer no more.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

What's grief but the after-blindness/of the spirit's dazzle of love?

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.

Dead people are easy to love. It's the living ones who are hard.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.

Darkness... When everything that you know and love is taken from you so harshly, all you can think about is anger, hatred, and even revenge. And no one can save you.

I lost you once, I think I can do it again.

When you lose someone you love, they never really leave you. They just move into a special place in your heart.

Wasted Days and Wasted Nights, it's about days very wrongly invested in a love affair.

You live, you learn, you love, you learn, you cry, you learn, you lose, you learn, you bleed, you learn, you scream, you learn

The journey of life - we all go through it: You have love, you lose love, you find new love. To have love again is a beautiful thing.

Life has now taught me that love for things, like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.