Quotes About Loss

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

It's disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.

I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts.

Love tends to end in a very painful goodbye.

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad's car. I don't blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don't have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

I feel sublime Then I lose ground Tripping on words That have no sound of love

Cafe De Flore speaks of love, its joys, its pains and its dramas - to love and to lose. This story upset me, I was upside-down, in the depths of myself.

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

I think, don't you, that a girl with any delicacy of feeling couldn't bring herself to marry a man indirectly responsible for her father's death. No matter how much she was in love with him.

Your life is built on when love dies.

My own mother died when I was 10 years old. My folks have told me that what little humor I have comes from her. I can't remember her humor, but I can remember her love and understanding of me.

It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

Sometimes you grow out of love.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.