All Quotes By Tag: Loss

“You’re not defeated when you lose a battle.You are defeated when you give up the struggle”

“Life is so utterly enraptured with beginnings that it can do little else than perpetually create space for them. And those spaces are what we call endings.”

“Any attempt to engineer or plan your own enlightenment is doomed to failure because it will be ego driven. You will only see what you have already decided to look for, and you cannot see what you are not ready or told to look for. So failure and humiliation force you to look where you never would otherwise. . . . So we must stumble and fall, I’m sorry to say.”

“WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE’S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT’S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.”

“Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that’s a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.”

“With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,– What I keep of you, or you rob from me.”

“I don’t know whether it’s a curse or a blessingI see it as a blessing because I hold in too much All the feelings I hide The wars I fight Writing is the only way I let it all outIt is also my curse you see, because I can’t rid myself of it Sometimes I choose to write but I can’t deceive myself that it is always my choice It’s like an addiction, when I stop withdrawal symptoms kick inI shut down because every emotion hurts. Loving hurts, being loved is far worse These feelings become mini-demons that keep scraping and scratching and stinging screaming for release My thoughts are deafening, my soul tormented I’m in a hell hole so write I mustWhen I care, I care too deeply When I like, I like too much When I love, it is to the ends of space and time When I fall, I fall too fast, too hard, heaven has a difficult time pulling me back to my feet And right now I’m standing on the precipice, terrifiedWhat draws me to you Is it your smile… I can’t remember the sound of your laughter but that smile… If I could touch your face I would commit every twitch, every crevice, every wrinkle that forms when you smile to my memory so that I can say I touched happiness Or is it way you speak, I don’t know how you manage to fit care and arrogance in the same voice. It maddens me but I wouldn’t have it any other way Or is it the stolen moments when you say that I’m yours, only yours Or the feather light kisses lighting little fires dancing around and melting my heartWhat is it about you that I miss so Our endless banter, your fierce hugs, tender kisses… I was a fool to think I could last a year without them. Maybe I could, but it would be a woebegone year Your side-splitting stories, you don’t even realize how funny you are I miss you, I know you are here but I miss you exceedinglyI had a dream about you and I know why I’ve been scared that you are pulling back I wouldn’t blame you if you were, I fight you everyday That is why I have been awfully quiet, silently mourning the loss of something I never had Yesterday I had no errand to run. It was an excuse to walk with you, to be with you a tad bit longer even just in silence In this dream you said you said you loved me and for a fleeting moment I was so relieved and elated Then I woke up to this still hollow feeling telling me I’ve lost something, I’ve lost you I know you’re here but I feel like I’m losing you I cannot lose you I will not lose you”

“Let your tears fall on the seeds of sorrow for tomorrow love shall bloom.”

“She was made mostly of coffee and empty spaces.”

“What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.”

“And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.”

“I lost my father this past year, and the word feels right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced. As if he could just turn up, like a sock or a set of keys.”

“I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lipsit is because I hear a man climb stairsand clear his throat outside our door.”

“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.”

“No popularity exists when tragedy strikes. All that’s left are human hearts and love and ache. We all love each other, deep down, and when we see another soul in pain we can’t help but hurt too.”