Quotes About Loss

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.

This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I've heard attacks were made on coalition forces because of those. I apologize to the families of those who lost loved ones or were injured because of the photos.

Calf love doesn't usually survive amputation, Your Majesty.

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.

The fact that you can love something that you've lost is all the incentive you need to love again, as opposed to becoming comfortably numb.

There was a lot they didn't tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

Don't love anything that can be taken away.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

It was one thing to accept I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our life - when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born or when we fall in love.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.

You lose everything you love in the order in which you love it.

Depression is the flaw in love. There's no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss. And that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.

I am so saddened by the loss of our dear friend, Bonnie Franklin. She was just full of light and love. Bonnie will be very much missed by all the people she touched with her love.