Quotes About Loss

Like a kiss, the pain which envelops us will leave and in it's place there will be an empty pit.

I have lived my life growing up with emptiness in hope that I would someday find you. That emptiness is now a broken Heart

If I Believe in the Wish, I must believe I can loose it

Which one of them would make you the most sad if you had to live your life without him?

Sometimes it takes losing everything to see the truth in nothing, except love, honor, and death.

You'll finally realize the importance of the spark of that diamond once you lost it.

The problem with living without the person you can't live without is eventually realizing you can live without them.

They were going to drag the boy she loved into the clearing, point a gun at the kindest, bravest person she'd ever met, and end his life with the twitch of a finger.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

here it was the whole world wrapped inside my armsAnd I let it all slip away

Love. The word scared me. Love. The word broke me. I fell apart.

I wrote Seventh Heaven for my mother who I miss eve

First love never dies, but True love can bury them alive.

I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.

now a telegram from Van Helsing, whoever he may be. You will be grieved to hear that Mrs. Westenra died five days ago, and that Lucy died the day before yesterday. They were both buried today.

and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth.

Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.

All Lucy's loveliness had come back to her in death, and the hours that had passed, instead of leaving traces of 'decay's effacing fingers', had but restored the beauty of life, till positively I could not believe my eyes that I was looking at a corpse. The Professor looked sternly grave. He had not loved

ever there was a woman who was all perfection, that one is my poor wronged darling.

Maybe it's in that wind out over the sea that's bringin' with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts.

There was a coldness and loneliness in the world, and I felt that I had lost something without getting anything in return...

After a great loss, after a difficult victory, after suffering extreme trauma, she wished she could have some time to hibernate. Not two days. Two years. Some serious time to pull herself together. Why did life always have to roll relentlessly forward? Why was every victory or defeat followed by new works and new problems?