Affection Quotes

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

An emotionally abusive relationship, in very simplistic terms, is much like standing up in a too hot bath and sinking back in so as not to feel so dizzy.

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.

You can't learn anything from losing someone you love. Any lesson you learn from that isn't a lesson. It's a compromise with life. A lie you tell yourself.

He hadn’t saved her. He hadn’t even bothered trying.

The more we love the more we lose. The more we lose the more we learn. The more we learn the more we love. It comes full circle. Life is the school, love is the lesson. We cannot lose.

What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.

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.

I wonder now if [the gods] take from us that which we love so we must seek them, if only to scavenge for meaning in this existence.

Sorrowful tears drench the earth, rise again in the form of hope

Loving her was heaven that turned to hell when she died.

You can’t make someone your everything because when they are gone you have nothing left.

All the love you ever gave is waiting for you there at Rainbow Bridge.

Come in! come in !’ he sobbed.‘Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at 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.

It is not about what you lose when it is over. Far more, it is about what you gain during the journey!

Blessed is the woman who has never had anything to love. She can never know the heartbreak that comes with losing it.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been gone, but you have to move on. If not today, then someday soon.I love you, Ryden, I will always love you, but I’m not here anymore.

When someone you love dies, part of you dies with them. It's why your never the same after losing someone.

It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect.

When you lose someone and it hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

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.

What is deeply felt is never lost.

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.

That's my fault, of course, because I behaved stupidly, like a child, because I didn't like feeling rejected. I need to learn to lose a little better.

Our absence is what remains of us.

im in love with you and im not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

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

Ah, a romantic.” Danny leaned back, threading his fingers behind his head. “I used to be one, until my wife died. And then I was just pathetic.

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.