Loss Love Quotes
Loss Love Quote of the day
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
Everyone who lives long enough to love deeply will experience great losses. Don't let fear of loss, or the losses themselves, take away your ability to enjoy the wonderful life that is yours.
Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
A family is a risky venture, because the greater the love, the greater the loss... That's the trade-off. But I'll take it all.
Blazing? Droplets of thoughts can soothe it all. Don't feel depleted. Bask in the residue. That remains!
You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.
When someone fears losing your affection, he or she will strive to keep it. Perhaps you have strived to keep someone's affection, too. Fear of loss is not love.
I think there were times when I was so afraid of losing you that I forgot I even had you at all.
She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.
Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
If you love someone, they leave you. But if you don't love someone, they leave you, too. So your choice isn't between loving and losing but only between loving and not loving.
From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
We've all lost something along the way.
And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.
I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.
Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.
But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.
I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?
I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.
She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.
It was inevitable, of course, but somehow it didn't seem right to Alex that they would never remember the sound of Carly's laughter, or know how deeply she'd once loved them.
He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.
To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate.
Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.
In the quiet of the graveyard, the couple knelt together in soul-stretching silence—wishing, waiting, hoping, praying.
love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.
It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect.
If everything else were still the same, he'd have felt Zee's absence like a gaping hole. But if he could continue to reconfigure his entire life, there would be no missing place where Zee had been.
One small decision can shape an entire life. Sometimes, if you're lucky, the biggest hardship can lead to your greatest blessing. It just takes time to see that God works in mysterious ways.
Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed.
Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.
I have loved and lost in so many different ways. And I have died endless deaths… So when I ask myself, the question today, who am I? My answer is…I do not know.
He wanted revenge and I knew he would not stop until he got it. I had to hope he would run out of fuel.
I didn’t want to get burned. I didn't want to be the other woman, but I wanted him with all my might.