Khalil Gibran Quotes

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

Despair is part of love.

Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

There is no love without suffering.

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.

Most songs are somewhere between love and death, and mine are no exception.

The world is a heartbreaking place, without any question.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

It was the saddest day of my life.

At the root of everything I write is tragedy.

I think all of the best songs are about heartbreak and love.

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

Why is the measure of love loss?

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.