#loss

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#loss #love #raisa #love

That's the tragedy of falling in love; it brings with it the potential for loss. ↗

— Sarah Rayner

#love #love

Wandering is better than place sometimes, than home, than destination. Sometimes she can eke out the idea that wandering is possibility, chance, serendipity--he might be there, that place she didn't think to look, hadn't worked hard enough to find.... ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#grieving #loss #lost-love #love #mourning

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that. ↗

— David Levithan

#loss #love #love

I could feel my insides sink. My knees too. So I sat on the ground, against the wall, letting it support me. I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. I thought heartbreak was me, standing alone at the prom. That was nothing. This, this was heartbreak. The pain in your chest, the ache behind your eyes. The knowing that things will never be the same again. It’s all relative, I suppose. You think you know love, you think you know real pain, but you don’t. You don’t know anything. ↗

— Jenny Han

#loss #mourning #love

I'd breathe for her. I'd see for her, hear for her, and feel for her. I'd even die for her. Thousands of times. If I could see her smile at me one more time, it would all be worth it. Just one more time. Before I completely fell apart. ↗

— Dejana Vuletić

#loss-of-love #love #love

You can't go home again ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#inspirational #leaving #loss #return #inspirational

Everything worth having can be carried in your heart. ↗

— Elaine S. Dalton

#loss #love #love

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry #poetry-quotes

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it. ↗

— Joe L. Wheeler

#grief #loss #love #love