Quotes About Loss

I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.

I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.

I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Our hearts connect with lots of folks in a lifetime but most of us will go to our graves with no experience of true love.

Tobacco is the tomb of love.

Maybe I should quit the business. There's no one left for me to love. Mama's dead. Mr. Burns couldn't care less about me. What's left?

Because in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.

To love something is to destroy it forever.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

I thought of the pillowcases as a symbol of love and loss, of retaining the memory of your loved one.

Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same.

The sun won't shine since you went away, seems like the rain's falling every day. There's just one heart, where there once was two; that's the way it's gotta be until I get over you.

The hurt of a love that is lost has no cure but the love of another heart.

You always kill the one you love.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

I love my country. But how many more of our loved ones need to die in this senseless war?

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

For Beatrice- My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: 'That's the end of that.

For Beatrice, our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.