Quotes About Loss

It's what happens. You love, then you lose, then you die. Even if you survive, you die.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

The more we wait, the more everything and everyone looks like a grain of sand escaping between our fingers before vanishing into the wind.

We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.

Don't do this to us." He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. "You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done".

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

Ah, love. That's what the world has lost. There's no more love, only the illusion of it.

He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.

Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.

Well, I write a lot of poetry - that's where it usually all starts. I definitely want to show you guys sides of me - love, loss, heartbreak - all of that good stuff!

One is not allowed a grief for a life never lived. Yet one has buried the fruit of love, and a great deal of hope and many dreams.

Because sometimes you have no control over life and it keeps you far away from who you love.

Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

One of the most frustrating words in the human language, as far as I could tell, was love" - Bethany

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.