Quotes About Loss

It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?

She blows a heavy breath, her eyes so full of tears that if she blinked, they'd fall.And then she does.She blinks. They fall. I break.- Cam

I don't want this heart, it's split in two.

People say love isn't supposed to be painful. But maybe the best things in life are the ones that hurt the most after they're gone.

You know, the heart is meant to be your life support, I was a fool to give her my heart. She affected my life support greatly and I know that I will never be the same without her again.

Once bitten, twice shy. Once caring, twice cry.Once beloved, can't deny—heart broken, twice die.

there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak. I am left shut, the quietest of blossoms.

Everyone who loves risks losing their heart every minute of every day.

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

How do you make love to someone when you know they'll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few hours with someone when you know there will never beanything after that?

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they're colder than ever. "And that's where you'd be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.

Losing your love hurts more than playing with fire.

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

I can't look at you. I don't want to talk to you. I just want my things. I want to go home.-Blaire Wynn

There is a hole in the heart called "absence". You live in it my dear.

To love and be loved is so precious. And, when you lose the person you love, it tears a deep hole in your heart. If the gap and void within your heart is deep, so was the love

But she couldn't start this, because then it would end. Stories like this always ended. She couldn't take this pleasure, because she would spend the rest of her life missing it, hurting from it.

I cared her, I adored her, I loved her a lot, But in the End it didn't matter at all..!!

Which was just well: goodbyes had never been my strong suit anyway, and lately my life had felt like an unbroken series of them. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.

She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!Then SHewent and left him restlessly numb. He was herpainkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.