Quotes About Loss

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now. Not our memories.

But I can't rewrite history. I can love only with what's left.

Sometimes the beautiful memories are the saddest ones of all" -Elias

For a brief second I remember everything about who and what I used to be. But most of all, I remember Harlin. And I wonder how he'll find me if I'm someone else.

It was such a simple thing, and yet it broke and fixed my heart all at once.

Because, worst of all, I remember every second of what it was like to lose my life.

I'm in love with someone else," he says. "But she's gone. And I—

We've run out of comforting things to say.

Do you really think anything can ever be the same again? She's empty, Sloane. She's the walking dead now.

Sometimes the survivor's guilt was more than we could bear, a secret between us that we never let show. But we were all we had left?

Realm swayed and put his hand over his heart, watching after her. A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.

And with that choice, my heart breaks. I'm saying goodbye to who I used to be. Who I can never really be again.

But he was drowning and he pulled her down with him. He destroyed that loving girl and broke her into a million pieces. That shame would never go away.

A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.

Sometimes the beautiful memories are the saddest ones of all.

They got married, they got divorced, and half their money goes out the window.

After suffering the loss of a loved one, do nothing but keep your money safe and sound for at least one year. If you want to find the best financial advisor, look in the mirror—for no one will care about your money more than you do.

a broken heart is the worst kind of pain!

If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it

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Yet this points to a paradox of institutionalized nostalgia: the stronger the loss, the more it is overcompensated with commemorations, the starker the distance from the past, and the more it is prone to idealizations.

In Russia monuments wander around cities in the dark, lose their shoes, fingers, hats, and heads.

My mother was a very beautiful lady, I thought. She was very good to me. I guess - she died when I was nine and a half, but if she had lived, I probably wouldn't be trying to play guitar. She wanted me to be known, but as something else. Not a guitar player.

When everything in a person's life is gone, ripped-out gone, it's not that you stay empty for so long, so you replace it with something else very quickly.