Pain of Separation Quotes

To lose a friend is the greatest of all losses.

You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

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?

It's always uneven, love; it's unbalanced and it's obviously even worse when it comes to someone wanting to part from someone who isn't willing to. It's often feeling hurt that you've never felt before and you want somebody else to feel that pain and also not wanting to let go, because when you let go you've got to start living your life again and it consumes people.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.

Love itself cannot be divorced from the suffering which comes from being separated from the object of love.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

I maintain that all sorrow comes from love of those things of which loss deprives me.

In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.

Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.

Why is the measure of love loss?

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw

I can't live my life happily knowing you're with someone else. That would kill a part of me. What we have is rare. it's too beautiful to just throw it away.

We have our moments of emotional vulnerabilities as any other human being, and my greatest fear gnawing away at me is losing my loved ones.

For grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.