Loss Love Quotes

Every story is true and a lie. The true part of this one is: Love and the memory of love can't be drowned. The lie part is that this is a good thing.

I don't understand how the pain of losing him can be a pale shadow in comparison to the pain of finding him again.

Heartbreak is a loss. Divorce is a piece of paper.

I loved them too and while you might lay a greater claim to them, I defy you to miss your wife any more than I’ll miss my best friend or your child, who was every inch a son to me.

You chose love and you lost.

Are you in love with him?’She kept her lips tightly closed as if holding something back.‘Are you in love with me?’She tried to answer but nothing came out. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.

She felt damned. As though she were marching to her death. She felt like had been sentenced. And yet she felt eerily free.

Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do.

It’s incredible how small the English language gets when you’re trying to make it fix something.

I fear I have praised you too much too soon. Will I lose you in your shame of believing that you can never be what I think you are?

My love for you is a prayer, she thought. Love is the only prayer I know.

Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

loving someone is weakness .as well as strength for self . which one you want to use ?

I Cannot Remember You...engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide

I cannot remember you when the rain flows down -I cannot remember youandmy heart begins to drown ...

When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer's dream.)

The only loss is the love did not express.

When it comes to love and loss, acceptance is never easy. We can't make someone see all we have to give, make them love us, or make them change. All we can do is move on and stop wasting time.

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.

You can't lose someone who was never there in the first place.

So lately, been wonderingWho will be there to take my placeWhen I'm gone, you'll need love To light the shadows on your face.

The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.

Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.(I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.)

We treat what’s lost, what could have never been, what we could have never dreamed of, again. We treat it like heirlooms for it is so precious. For we know it can be lost, again.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Their world seemed made of little losses. she was always having to say goodbye, part with something. A brilliant sunset. A blossom. A sweet feeling.

If you love something, know that it will leave on a day you are far from ready.

The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.

Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.

Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed.

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.

Love and loss come in equal measure.

Pages burnt, memories buried, I wakeor think I'm awake. Or dreaming still?

I don't know about the first steps in a geography of loss, and I know that it's unmapped. I know that we all have to go by ourselves.

I miss you so much. Maybe if I say your name over and over again, it will eventually feel wrong to me. Like a word you write too many times suddenly doesn't look right anymore. I will try that.

Nothing is lost that love remembers.

When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

Then you know. You know what it's like to love someone like you love yourself and lose them.

I've decided. The next time I cry, it'll be for "someone special", and it'll definitely be "tears of happiness.

I'm going to move on, while carrying these feelings with me.

One lost easiest what one held in one’s arms— never what one left.

It could have been avoided. This couch misery spiral, this … loss … I could’ve avoided the bulk of it simply by doing more. I could’ve given a shit...

She was a music I no longer heard, that rang in my mind, itself and nothing else, lost to all sense, but not perished, not perished.

If you’ve ever lost someone that you love, and I say ‘love’ and not ‘loved’ because even when they’re gone, you still love them, you know that never goes away, but your life changes.

Had I known, I would not have left you, alone beneath those stars, on the night when I last saw you, not knowing it was the last.

You want to move on, but to do that you have to let her go, and you don't want to let her go, so you don't move on.

There are pieces of you that will always be with me.

If love was a lucky penny, shiny and unspoiled, secreted in a most unlikely place, then it's tarnished flipside was loss.

We hunger for connection but take pride in being distant.