With Love Quotes

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.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

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.

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.

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.

It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

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

Heartbreak, death and loss were shared between us, but renewal, commitment and strength as well.

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.

Some say that Love, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings and in a moment flies.

It's been six months since she died. But Ove still inspects the whole house twice a day to feel the radiators and check that she hasn't sneakily turned up the heating.

Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the little we're given.

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

...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.

It had been so long since she had felt anything.

I have loved and lost many a time, but along the way I have found myself.

None of us will truly have freedom until we know what it means to lose everything" - Laney

Holding a loved one is something the soul remembers.

You will never accept gratitude as a solution to your problems, until you have reached the last stage of grief--acceptance.

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.

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.

A person can’t possibly live without the one person that gave them life.

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.