Love Lost Quotes

Quotes tagged as "love-lost" (showing 1-30 of 70)
Catherynne M. Valente
“I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.”
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

Gillian Flynn
“My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.”
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Years of love, followed by heartache.
Those are the years that define me.
Those are the years that know–
love’s eternity is you.”
C. Elizabeth

“There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing.

I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.”
Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses

Mary E. Pearson
“Love … It’s a nice little trick if you can find it.

We had found it.

But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.”
Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness

Freya North
“Tell me that you refuse to allow me to be so stupid. Tell me that you will not tolerate this relationship being over just when it was on the verge of really taking off.”
Freya North, Fen

William Ernest Henley
“Out of the starless night that covers me,
(O tribulation of the wind that rolls!)
Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell,
The susurration of the sighing sea
Sounds like the sobbing whisper of two souls
That tremble in a passion of farewell.

To the desires that trebled life in me,
(O melancholy of the wind that rolls!)
The dreams that seemed the future to foretell,
The hopes that mounted herward like the sea,
To all the sweet things sent on happy souls,
I cannot choose but bid a mute farewell.

And to the girl who was so much to me
(O lamentation of this wind that rolls!)
Since I may not the life of her compel,
Out of the night, beside the sounding sea,
Full of the love that might have blent our souls,
A sad, a last, a long, supreme farewell.”
William Ernest Henley, A Selection of Poems

Charles Bukowski
“love needs too much help, he said.
hate takes care of itself.”
Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

Judith Krantz
“Did she make you laugh? Did she love you as much as you loved her? Did she protect you and warm you and keep you from suffering? Valentine turned her eyes away from him, unable to face the empty answer in his face but not wanting to stop saying what she had thought for so long. "I saw how fascinating her mystery was to you. For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most-emptiness. A person full of life is never mysterious, on the contrary.”
Judith Krantz, Scruples

Charles Bukowski
“I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself with sex.

the bottle is damned faithful, he said,
the bottle will not lie”
Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

“I got nervous at bulls and eagles,
Trying to figure what shape Zeus might take for sex
When it could be your turn next. But now I don't care any longer,
I've come to my senses, your profile leaves me cold.
Why am I different? you ask. I'll tell you. Because you keep nagging
For presents
. That's what turns me off.”
Ovid, The Erotic Poems

Dennis Lehane
“But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.”
Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island

Anna Godbersen
“She thought of Henry and Diana on the stoop gazing at each other with the confusion and sadness of two puppies who have just stumbled into their first puddle and not yet come to understand what has happened to them and found that she wanted to lie extravagantly.”
Anna Godbersen, Envy

Cedric Nye
“When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.”
Cedric Nye, Jango's Anthem

“Sometimes your very existence seems nothing, sometimes its your shadow I yearn for or a glimpse of it.”

“All love is bittersweet. Love is inexplicable; it is part poetry and part masochism. Part of love is the loss of self-control because one must openly surrender their sense of an exclusive self to the manic powers of love. The personal act of surrender to a lover leaves one vulnerable to entanglement in a maze of emotions. When we fall in love, our lover’s happiness and well-being assumes the primary role in our mind, they become copilots of our souls. When we are in love for the first time, we feel what it means to become a complete person; we identify who we are by seeing our reflection in our lover’s eye; and we sense what we might become when infused with love. When our lover leaves us, we feel vexed and vacant because we recognize that they took up such a large part of what made us feel intoxicated with life. When our lover abandons us, we lose our sense of self; we temporarily cease to exist as a whole person, and we must reconstruct the shattered remnants of oneself in the wake of a love lost.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“No one can claim they are mature until they experience the hallucinogenic ramifications of being in love, and undertaken an urgent personal assessment and soul-searching discernment that is mandated after experiencing the bitterness of losing in the love game.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Nithin Purple
“The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.”
Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown

Mimi Novic
“And perhaps some will never understand,
It is mostly the farewells that unite us, and last in our memory forever,
Even more than the first meeting.”
Mimi Novic, Guidebook To Your Heart

Marcel Proust
“[T]his jealousy gave him, if anything, an agreeable chill, as, to the sad Parisian who is leaving Venice behind him to return to France, a last mosquito proves that Italy and summer are still not too remote. But, as a rule, with this particular period of his life from which he was emerging, when he made an effort, if not to remain in it, at least to obtain a clear view of it while he still could, he discovered that already it was too late; he would have liked to glimpse, as though it were a landscape that was about to disappear, that love from which he had departed; but it was so difficult to enter into a state of duality and to present to oneself the lifelike spectacle of a feeling one has ceased to possess, that very soon, the clouds gathering in his brain, he could see nothing at all, abandoned the attempt, took the glasses from his nose and wiped them; and he told himself that he would do better to rest for a little, that there would be time enough later on, and settled back into his corner with the incuriosity, the torpor of the drowsy sleeper in the railway-carriage that is drawing him, he feels, faster and faster out of the country in which he has lived for so long and which he had vowed not to allow to slip away from him without looking out to bid it a last farewell.”
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way

R.W.  Patterson
“Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too quickly or too slowly. It didn’t belong to anyone—it was simply a gift, bestowed by God, and yet eternally taken for granted. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing Time could be tamed—reigned in—and tethered, synchronized with human needs and wants. But that wasn’t the case, was it?”
R.W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.

“It’s the ones we love the most are the ones we lose.”
Sami Abouzid

“I see your face, your smile and poetry comes flooding out of a heart that can't love you anymore...”
Yesenia Barkley

“You can give away parts of your soul to loving, but you must always reserve part of your soul for yourself. Eve had forgotten herself in the process of loving Adam. So when she lost him, she lost all of herself as well.”
Katie Mishra, Epiphany Island

“Closed eyes
can't sacrifice
a third time
i may never know
A dreamer's dream
my stars are only
made of gold

Came into this life
holding on
Was it a dream
Or life lived before
Alien genetics
Formed on the 7th
Too late
So i was turned away
Too late
But i seen those gates
It’s just lately
i’ve forgot the way

What am i saying?
out there is a star
Covered in gold
laugh, its okay

it's just best
i wait this time
can't sacrifice
a third time
how will i know
feverish devils
place their bets
the abyss or the flame
But at the edge
i stop & look to the sky

tonight I find the stars
are covered in gold
so right here i will just stay
Here i’ll just remain
in a place where
time and space
does not exist
but a gateway to Sarin

covered in gold
deep in the chest
you appear
just like I always knew
a distant star”
greg c warner

R.W.  Patterson
“What we share between us is powerful. It consumes and burns brightly, love. When we—if we—consummate this relationship, I want us to be thinking clearly. Most importantly, I want you to be strong. Healthy. I want you to be whole. I wish that for you—in every second of your life—whether you choose to stay or go—that you be you again…that your heart…and your body heal. You’ve survived much, Laney. Let us not forget your journey leading to this place in time.”
R.W. Patterson

R.W.  Patterson
“She wanted to freeze the hands of time. Wanted to revisit, revise and rewrite the past…edit out the monsters hell-bent on taking the lives of everyone she loved.”
R.W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.

R.W.  Patterson
“Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.”
R.W. Patterson

Deborah Bravandt
“The belief in Limitation is the basis of all jealousy, and jealousy leads to Possession. Possession is the idea that you must hold tightly to that which you love or it might escape. In truth, it does not escape. It loses its value to the holder and often creates contempt. True power attracts the sweet pleasure of liberation within the harmony of love.”
Deborah Bravandt

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