Best 28 quotes in «love and loss quotes» category

Grief expressed out loud, whether in or out of character, unchoreographed and honest, for someone we have lost, or a country or home we have lost, is in itself the greatest praise we could ever give them. Grief is praise, because it is the natural way love honors what it misses.

Happiness is a frightening state of being. If we let ourselves be happy, then there is something that can always be taken from us. In one minute, one second, everything can change.

I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.

If there's empty spaces in your heart, They'll make you think it's wrong, Like having empty spaces, Means you never can be strong, But I've learned that all these spaces, Means there's room enough to grow, And the people that once filled them, Were always meant to be let go, And all these empty spaces, Create a strange sort of pull, That attract so many people, You wouldn't meet if they were full, So if you're made of empty spaces, Don't ever think it's wrong, Because maybe they're just empty, Until the right person comes along.

If you love someone and they vanish, you are left nodding like a zombie and throwing teacups at a wall.

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

It is impossible to say why we love something or someone. We can come up with reasons if we have to, but the important part happens in the dark, beyond our control. We just know when it is there. And when it goes away.

If I love one lover,...I have loved many more.

I hate the way the world feels when love is gone

Never blame men, they have too many responsibilities because they live in a country where they are being taught to take up the burden since they get an erection.

Our relationships, in life and in memories, have gifted us with experiences of love... as long as we live, love lives on in us.

She felt the pain--an unspeakable pain--welling up from some unfamililiar place in her gut.

Most breakups are awful. But with compassion, attention, introspection, and intention they can become transforming, bringing you closer to alignment with your true self while preparing you for the next great adventure.

Sleep comes, no matter how deep the sadness cuts. It’s like a gift from the universe.

There is a fascination here that holds rich and poor, strong and weak captive,not with chains and fetters but by an almost touchable solace...

That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.

We shouldn't live in a world where we live in constant terror. We need less dying and more living. We need less destroying and more building. We need less hate and more love.

This is another awful truth of losing people you love: everyone needs something different. And the needs almost never match up.

When we find the courage to face our pain, it always helps heal others, as well as ourselves”.

She put her head in her hands and began to cry softly. He felt confused and bitterly unhappy. A part of him wanted to go to her, to hold and comfort her, but he wasn’t prepared to be pushed away in cold anger all over again. He waited in his chair and felt the room expand until there was an emptiness the size of the desert between them.

We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.

What do you live for when everyone and everything you love is gone? Do you keep going, keep stumbling through the dark, or do you find something new to cherish? Maybe neither. Maybe you walk silently and ignore the blows time takes on your heart.

Yes, we will get hurt. Our hearts will break, and if we are lucky they will break open. When they do, we can begin to experience ourselves, relationships—indeed all of life—in a deeper, richer, and more meaningful way.

As long as you loved somebody, each kiss was hope and wonder, but it was also the potential for good-bye.

Because some things in life just hurt so much that you need to feel physical pain to start to heal from it.

Death always feels far away from life, until it isn’t.

Do you ever miss me? The way we held each other close, What about our history? Have you blocked out the memory Of the things that meant the most?