Quotes About Loss

But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.

One day you're going to remember me and how much i loved you...then you're gonna hate yourself for letting me go

Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat

She did not come, her memories is remainedIn The desire to meet them, my is spoiled

I knew you were no longer mine when you no longer see me as something dazzling that made you lose your mind. You don't see me as the artwork you once fell in love with.

she died of internal weeping

Missing tiny things in our life is more painful than things that we deserve in our live

never thought one day tht person will throw me out from his life whom i loved too much more thn tht of nothng

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY THAT WE GREW APART

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories.

I love you, " I whisper over and over again. "Don't go, " I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.

Only the guilty and the lovers really fear. The first because of what they are, the second for what they might lose.

If keeping your word costs you the one thing you love the most, then what was it even worth keeping in the first place?

... we honor the people we lost by loving again.

He didn't even attempt to smile and I knew then that I had lost him.

Love can be a very frightening thing.""That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

Nothing ceases to exist. Energy does not perish, it merely changes forms. The ones you love, the ones you lose, they still exist as long as the cosmos does.

That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.

Helpless, I clenched my fists against my back, well aware that every mile, every minute that ticked by, took me ever farther from getting to them in time and closer to losing the red dragon forever.

They were both sad that their love had died, but they agreed that there was nothing they could do about it. They would just have to part.

with the pain jealousy instils and the love hate relationship it creates surely its just easier to appreciate what you have then what you could loose

Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth