Quotes About Loss

Robbers*sometimes your words rob you of your thoughtsand leave you destituteand sadwill they weep for you i wonder_____________________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin

This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.

Love is dead, and the only thing remained is a small slice of respect.

It is perhaps necessary for something dear to be lost.""Why?""Perhaps it is necessary to the making of a story. A story after all is a way of remembering love.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

I watched as she, with a half-life-worth of anger and resolve, flickered into this dark night and tried with all her might to get back what was taken from her.

why should I die and loose you to tell god how much I love you...

This isn't the girl I fell in love with. My sweet, giving, patient, loving, caring, fun-loving Skye disappeared when you were kidnapped. I'm so scared I'll never get her back.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

¡Los suspiros son aire y van al aire!¡Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar!Dime, mujer, cuando el amor se olvida¿sabes tú adónde va?

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind—they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.

When I hear that "Possession is the grave of love, " I remember that a religion may begin with the resurrection.

The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell.His absence wasn't a problemBut the corkscrew had gone as well.

You can never recover from losing a person you love, but you can find a way to let it be part of your life rather than letting it take over every part of you

Tell me about the love you've lost. Maybe my story won't seem so horrifying.

All of the reasons we decided to part, elude me now.

I have waltzed with wolves and howled at the moon. But my heart will always remember the slow-dance that ended much too soon.

You think it's easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

loveis giving everything too easilythen staying to try and claw it back

What if the poem loses?What if it never tastes victory like the intent it was written with?

She died without us by her side, and now, we are left with the scars. In time, perhaps they will fade, but for now, they're still hauntingly there reminding us of the loss and pain.