Quotes About Loss

Lost love is still love.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

I always do like to write love stories, even if they end tragically.

If your love didn't always contain the possibility of loss, it would be very different from human love as we know it.

I love to communicate, and I love music. That's why I always thought not being able to hear would be a tragedy.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you'd leave.

But death does not stand at the end of life, it is all through it. It is the fear of losing, the knowledge of losing that makes love tender.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.

Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, goodbye.

My daughter fell in love with Ben Barnes, of course. She's 17. What are you gonna do? That was a tragic loss. He didn't fall in love with her.

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Mourning your first love is as important as meeting your first love. It's the whole cycle.

Had you restrained your love, you would be free of sorrow. The greater the love, while one possesses it, the greater the sorrow when one is deprived of it.

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Locked in endless dreams, The extremes of all extremes, Ope no more, for now Love dies.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.