Quotes About Loss

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

Death makes a beautiful appeal to charity. When we look upon the dead form, so composed and still, the kindness and the love that are in us all come forth.

I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.

How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

The light of a whole life dies When love is gone.

But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!

Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.

I took 'P.S. I Love You' thinking it was going to be a little funny, and I ended up crying every day on that film.

I think I felt God's love the deepest when I experienced my deepest loss. Amazing how God does that!

All our songs are about love, travel and death.

Well blest is he who has a dear one dead; A friend he has whose face will never change- A dear communion that will not grow strange; The anchor of a love is death.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.

If you have given up your heart ... you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.

Just another four-letter word.

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible.