Quotes About Loss

They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned? - Stannis

I love Willy DeVille. He's very missed.

Hell is not to love anymore.

It is true that I am of an older fashion; much that I love has been destroyed or sent into exile.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

I'm a big fan of the Harry Potter books, but I'd love to do one where one of the kids dies, or one of the main characters dies. I love for those things to have a little bit more tragedy.

Losing hope means ceasing to love my son and my girlfriend and many friends and people around the world.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

The moral is that a career can be gone in an instant. And all you have in this world are the people you love.

The hardest thing of love is to let go.

When I lose, it doesn't just go to my head; it goes to my heart too. If you're at all in the match, if you love to play and ein, it must go to your heart.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we're mortal, we know it's going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

In the end, love wins. It does win. We know it wins. When a person dies, love isn't turned off like a faucet. It is an amazingly resilient part of us.

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

Sometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.

You love him so much it feels like you can't go on without him. You feel like you might die without him.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate.

This Dewdrop World is a beautiful, courageous, intimate film about love and loss. It may also be the deepest meditation on climate change that I've ever seen.

Love. The great destroyer of worlds.

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.