Lost Love Quotes by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., Richard Wilbur, LeBron James, Jeff Melvoin, Teresa of Avila, Toni Morrison and many others.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
People who say “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” never felt a broken heart.
Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops? If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don’t feel anything now?
Pain is never permanent.
Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God.
I certainly do not adore the writer’s discipline. I have lost lovers, endangered friendships, and blundered into eccentricity, impelled by a concentration which usually is to be found only in the minds of people about to be executed in the next half hour.
Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife. The first question was, ‘Did you bring joy?’ The second was, ‘Did you find joy?
A light heart lives long.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.
I know my heart will never be the same But I’m telling myself I’ll be okay
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Love lost can be found again.
Incidents of the past – a lost love, a missed opportunity – shape us and make us what we are.
You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
I didn’t know that, you take your coffee seriously, dont you?’ ‘Every morning, I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.
I know that’s what people say– you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
I don’t know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.
In your light I learn how to love.
There’s no greater search than that of lost love.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
One disco, one soft ball game, one lost love, one gay pride rally at a time.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
To my astonishment, when Wolf Hall came out, people asked if I made it up – [Thomas More] burning of heretics. It was well documented. And he was proud of it! The Brits love lost causes.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
I understand lost love, and I think that can destroy a man more than anything if it was a deep love that is lost somehow.
You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.
Lost love is still love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
Life will not break your heart. It’ll crush it.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Don’t compare yourself to others you have no idea what their journey is all about.
HAPPINESS is ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED
When raindrops hit the tin roof it’s crazy. That’s a metaphor, did I lose you baby?
She understood his eyes, colder than winter’s heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn’t make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.
You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don’t know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.
God forbid you sing about love. It’s a lost concept.
Night after night we watch the news and see families who have lost loved ones via violence. We eat our dinner, shake our heads and keep on moving. But for families that have lost loved ones, life is never the same.
There’s no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now
Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.
How many times do we pay for one mistake? The answer is a thousand times for the same mistake. The human is the only animal on earth that pays a thousand times for ONE mistake. The rest of the animals pay once for every mistake.
If he ever left me, I wouldn’t even be sad; no, ’cause there’s a blessing in every lesson, and I’m glad that I knew him at all.
She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
Every instance of heartbreak can teach us powerful lessons about creating the kind of love we really want.
I think every writer has a book that haunts them, and on some level, every book you write is a reaction to it. ‘Lolita’ is that book for me. Nabokov’s love of wordplay, descriptive detail, artfully complex plots, and his themes of obsession and lost love, are inspiring.
Being remembered is all anyone can ask from a lost love.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Each moment of a happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn’t sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn’t want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there’s moonlight all about and there’s no moon above.
The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.
I’m not like a car you can fix up. I’m never gonna run right” Bella
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
For those who may be hurting over lost love:
Don’t cry because it is over… smile because it happened.
Don’t cry because it is over… smile because it happened.
My quest these days is to find my long lost inner child, but I’m afraid if I do, I’ll end up with food in my hair and way too in love with the cats.
You know me, I love lost causes.
The sun won’t shine since you went away, seems like the rain’s falling every day. There’s just one heart, where there once was two; that’s the way it’s gotta be until I get over you.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.
Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
Perspective is the enemy of long-lost love.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
If you really love her, Cratus, let her know it every day. And always put her before you and your wants just as you’ve done here today. Take it from someone who knows. Love lost is the hardest burden to shoulder, and it’s one you can never get under. (Artemis)
It’s easy to get wrapped up in sharing everyday life with a partner. It’s fun to get lost in love and romance. It’s the best. But holding on to yourself while doing that is the most important thing.
I’ve lost love. I’ve tried to reclaim a lost love and didn’t know how to do it.
Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Where there is love there is life.
Love is the best medicine, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart.
I’ve heard attacks were made on coalition forces because of those. I apologize to the families of those who lost loved ones or were injured because of the photos.
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there’s no love lost between us.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!
The more we know about how we lost our spontaneous wonder and creativity, the more we can find ways to get them back.
When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.
The world today is hungry Not only for bread But hungry for love; Hungry to be wanted, Hungry to be loved.
You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
Ain’t no love lost, cause there was never none there.
If you love someone, you must be prepared to set them free.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.
I love the script and I just thought it was a great role. Like I say, it’s like this – the script is like this sad, funny, desperate love song to the lost American man.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.
When its gone, you’ll know what a gift love was. you’ll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.
There are lots of things which I would love to tell him, but in some way, I also feel that I lost the person closest to me. And I got a second chance to live. So in a way I feel that I live for both of us… and I will do my best.
There is no love lost between us.
Never in any case say I have lost such a thing, but I have returned it. Is your child dead? It is a return. Is your wife dead? It is a return. Are you deprived of your estate? Is not this also a return?
Michael left because of the Bulls’ management, not because he’d lost his love of playing the game.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
I want you to be happy, you’re my best friend. But it’s so hard to let you go now with all that could have been. I’ll always have the memories. She’ll always have you. Fate has a way of changing just when you don’t want it to. Throw away the chains, let love fly away. Till love comes again, I’ll be okay.
If we need to be reminded to love one another, then we have already lost sight of the very essence of our existence.
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
I want to join everyone in expressing my great sympathy and support for people who lost loved ones in this terrible terrorist attack [in Orlando] and everybody still in the hospital who is struggling and all the first responders.
The life you are living is your creation, your perception of reality that you can change at any time.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they’d made of each other.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.
There’s no love lost between us.
I read ‘The Great Gatsby’ in high school and was hypnotized by the beauty of the sentences and moved by the story about the irrevocability of lost love.
But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost.
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
I just like to sing for people who have lost love.
Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.
What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.