Loss Love Quotes

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.

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.

There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

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.

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

I was always on guard and I was always prepared for him to be upset with me. I had lived feeling uneasy and tense for so long.

Being married definitely took work. When we fought, I felt like I wanted to float away and drown, whereas before I knew I could walk away without any strings attached.

I didn’t want to get burned. I didn't want to be the other woman, but I wanted him with all my might.

He wanted revenge and I knew he would not stop until he got it. I had to hope he would run out of fuel.

At times, it felt so odd being with a man in such an intimate way who was not my husband.

This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.

I had to get used to it because my life was no longer safe and I was no longer protected like I once was.

I was physically attacked by a woman who didn’t even know me. Yes, my boyfriend was her former husband, but she tried to ruin me.

I could only defend myself so much. It was my word against his. There was no evidence, nor was there any proof. My word meant very little.

He would say things like, “But you are my wife!” when I didn’t do something that he wanted me to do. His expectations were not realistic.

Somehow, we both got carried away. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but before long, I knew nothing was ever going to be the same.

Even though their marriage had been dead for over two years (her words, not mine), this put her in the role of the innocent. She was now a woman scorned. ~Shattered Reality

I don’t know if this happens in all relationships, but I just got so sick of his all too familiar stories. I had heard these stories so many times that I could have recited them myself.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

This skin cripples me. It always has. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)

Since we all know for a fact that we're all going to die, why don't we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

You are always going to love him, " she said. " You're stuck with that.

Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.

You are always going to love him, she said " You're stuck with that.

I have been loved, " she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

...and be emptied of gravity and surrounding by the rouge wave of an emotion she could not name.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

Holding a loved one is something the soul remembers.

You don't get to chose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

I'm not going anywhere, " she told me that night. But until we are old ladies--a cypress age, a Sawtooth age--I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.

We follow our scripts like actors in a very large, very long production. And even with no audience, none of us gives a hint that it isn't real.

There is no loss bigger than losing your manuscript, not even love.

One felt that in her renunciation of life she had deliberately abandoned those places in which she might at least have been able to see the man she loved, for others where he had never trod.

There cannot be love without loss, just like there cannot be happiness without sadness, or light without dark.

I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters.

If you keep picking at that scab on your heart, it won't heal.

Love left to languish will bear poisonous fruit.

Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.

I can never gain something without losing everything I had before.

I loved her in spite of myself. I loved her immeasurably.Infinitely. And I feared that love as much as I feared my own fury at theworld.

Learning to live again wholeheartedly includes letting love flow freely in and out of your heart.

I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family.And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior

I loved and lost and survived.

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

Be glad that once you did experience that magic. It's part of who you are now, and you're richer for it.

Be careful how close you get to someone... It just ends up hurting more than not having no one to love to begin with.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.