Loss Quotes

To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.

It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

I lost a child, " she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

I look at you and my heart pounds, when for years, I don't think it beat at all. You fill the cracks and crevices, take away the emptiness. And when you're not by my side, the loss is unimaginable.

Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars!

Though I knew in my mind that others had felt such loss, this loss was mine, and I felt that no one would ever understand it, and to try to explain the lonliness and pain I felt would be futile.

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.

Losing one glove is certainly painful, but nothing compared to the pain, of losing one, throwing away the other, and finding the first one again.

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.

My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering JENGA game. I lose.

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.

I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.

At times, we are the bridge that allows another to re-enter the world after a loss. Don't mistake it for more or its beauty may be lost.

...recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void...

How easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie, The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.

Goldfish get big enough only for the bowl you put them in. Bonsai trees twist in miniature. I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.

My life's an open book. Some of the pages are a little ripped, but it's open.

Aside from myself, there was no sign of me.

I thought maybe we mourned not only for the dead but also for the living. We felt their absence before we knew for sure they were gone.

The search for Jesus is about reconciling loss and tragedy to God and us.

I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

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

Whatever the response to loss and tragedy, the experience seems to boil down to one journey--searching for Jesus.

Dogs are always good and full of selfless love. They are undiluted vessels of joy who never, ever deserve anything bad that happens to them.

Loss leaves us empty- but learn not to close your heart and mind to grief. Allow life to replinish you. When sorrow comes it seems impossible- but new

Ready or not, here I comeI'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seekOlly olly oxen freeShow yourself, you're scaring meCome out, come out, where ever you areYou've taken this thing way too far

That's what it's all about–knowing what you have to lose, but risking the loss anyway.

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.

I dont know what happens to country.

Sometimes the opposite of loss is loss.

Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window - not a face, but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house.

Life went on, despite all the dying.

There are times when our victories have a cost that we did not foresee, when winning brings us loss.

The house is eerily quiet. All this time I thought silence would be a welcome reprieve, but it's less comforting than I imagined. The house feels so much bigger and colder than it ever has.

My life is now divided into two periods: With June and After June. I can't wrap my mind around the idea of it.

A small profit it better than a big loss

The coach who goes home and doesn't think about the game he just lost is bound to repeat his mistakes.

..there are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.

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

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close:But the rose's scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

There is nothing I can give to the lost, except this: I have a responsibility I need to fathom. I have a sorrow I cannot weigh.

The man who doesn't howl at the moon when his mother dies is no man at all.

Trees, O trees, why can't you hold on to your leaves?

Sing through your grief. Don't let your thoughts weigh you down.

One day is all it takes to lose someone forever.

Why do they say ghosts are cold? Mine are warm, a breath dampening your cheek, a voice when you thought you were alone.