Quotes About Loss

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

A year of life spent with someone you love feels like a lifetime. Someone destroys that love it feels like a lifetime is gone. Why do people want to take lifetimes away?

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

Our hearts have already been broken. Maybe I can help to heal hers, even if it means ripping mine to shreds when she leaves and I have to say good-bye.

Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you're desperate for.

No, Rae, the clocks won't chime again, these clocks have marked my fall." - Fletcher Green

Feeling like I had to lose you for the second time..." He shook his head, and I thought I saw tears under his eyes. "I don't think I could bear it. You're everything to me, Elizabeth.

You realize how much you love someone once that someone is gone…gone forever, and you are filled with regret and sadness.

I understand now, why sometimes, you have to lose happiness to find it again…

If you love something, let it go…

It had made her too helpless, because that's what love did. There was no way around it and no way to fight it. Now if she lost, she lost everything.

Why do I feel like my heart is ripping in thousands of pieces, taking with it every shred of soul that I still have?

The most hardest thing in life is letting go of the person whom you dearly love.

With your absence I have realised that hoe the once, warm comforting streets have suddenly turned to become so cold and dark

We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.

She has become someone that I am bound to forget her.

you're gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears, I only hope it rains today

The biggest curse in life is not loosing your love, but not being loved by someone you love.

Our world ends and some people never understand how much we really loved them.

Jean Thompson's short-story collection 'Who Do You Love' is a beautiful book, but a hell of a sad one.

The kiss grew into so much more than anything that had come before, unfettered by a time that strived to contain passion, born from perceived loss and glorious gain.

I guess I was sad that love was not real? Or not all that real, anyway? I guess I was sad that love could feel so real and the next minute be gone, and all because of something Abnesti was doing.

It's the same old story. A man came like the beautiful wind, left like a destructive storm.

It's a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn't keep her, but I would always do anything to protect her.