Ann Aguirre Quotes

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

To be left behind... or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.

I lost you once, I think I can do it again.

Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.

You cry tears when a man leaves you at any age - it doesn't matter whether you are 20 or 60.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

In grief, after even the happiest of relationships, we go over things again and again.

Everyone can have their heart broken. Even if you know the relationship isn't working, it's still sad. Even in a bad relationship, they're part of your life for a long time, and saying goodbye to that can be difficult.

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

I can speak for everybody in saying we've all been through a breakup to where you didn't want it to be over.

I am tired of losing people.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating. Where have you gone? Once you said that if I wasn't with you, it wouldn't be heaven. I can't let go of you. Come back and haunt me. Come back.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!

Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.

When you're young, the loss that you experience when you break up with somebody, that's the loss of a relationship. And the older you get, you actually lose people to death and you lose those relationships, too.

Loss is the absence of something we were once attached to. Grief is the rope burns left behind, when that which is held is pulled beyond our grasp.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.