Quotes About Loss

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

Love is the greatest link that we have with those who have temporarily left us.

We fall in love forever many times, and many times we die.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

He who loves has conquered the world and has no fear of losing anything. True love is an act of total surrender.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

If you lost the love of your life, that's a nightmare.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

I have loved deeply. I have lost intensely. I will never love again. I get that love by people who care for me.

I used to be scared of loosing you and it happened just as I had thought. I wonder if you ever feel hurt about having lost the love we had. Do you feel the pain that I feel?

I'm so afraid to love you, But more afraid to lose. Clinging to a past that doesn't let me chose.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.

Roy, you left the girls and I surrounded by love. Our families and friends have been amazing. We love you and we miss you so much.

When we fall in love and we have a first kiss with someone, we never ever imagine that someday that could be a last kiss.

It was Richepin who said somewhere, 'The love of art means loss of real love'... True, but on the other hand, real love makes you disgusted with art.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!

Being young you have not known The fool's triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead And all the sheaves to bind.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

A broken heart is a monument to a love that will never die; fulfillment is a monument to a love that is already on its deathbed.