Quotes About Loss

Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.

Ever since I can remember feeling love for my parents, I've been frightened of losing them.

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.

No one teaches you how to do this. How do you let go of someone who you love so much?

Y'all really think Ms. Shakur, or Ms. Wallace, Or Ms. Mizell from out in Hollis Wouldn't exchange the love and fame Attached to their loved ones' names Just to have 'em still alive in their arms?

It's hard to write about a love story with a broken heart.

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You're almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

Was their love worth the erasure of the world and all its stories?

There is always some regret when we accept that love has moved away from us

Over the past week, I've accepted that I will never love Julian as much as I loved Alex. But now that idea is overwhelming, like a wall between us. I will never love Julian like I love Alex.

Every sad thing, every loss or hurt really a challenge to love that much more, really just another of beauty's many strongholds.

There's nothing deader than a dead love.

Oh, no! my heart can never be Again in lightest hopes the same; The love that lingers there for thee Hath more of ashes than of flame.

One inch of love is an inch of ashes.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

Yes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!