Browsing Topic Best Lost Love Quotes

The more one judges, the less one loves.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

One love, one heart, one destiny.

Lost love is still love.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.

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.

God forbid you sing about love. It’s a lost concept.

Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.

It’s been so long and I’m lost without you, what am I gonna do? I been needin’ you, wantin’ you, wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you. Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes … I miss you.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.

I’m a ‘Lost’ guy, I love ‘Lost.

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.

I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there’s no love lost between us.

If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We can grieve our lost loves, our lost youth, our lost health, our lost capacities. This is part of our humanness, part of the expression of our love for life.

I’d rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars.

I used to be scared of loosing you and it happened just as I had thought. I wonder if you ever feel hurt about having lost the love we had. Do you feel the pain that I feel?

There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.

There couldn’t be better parents than mine, loving yet strict. They disciplined with love. A child without discipline is, in away, a lost child. You cannot have freedom without discipline.

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.

If you love someone, you must be prepared to set them free.

The longest journey begins with a single step.

Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can’t feel grief unless you’ve had love before it – grief is the final outcome of love, because it’s love lost. […] It’s the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Grief is the awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. That’s what death is, the great loneliness.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive.

If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.

If we need to be reminded to love one another, then we have already lost sight of the very essence of our existence.

I love eating in it, brushing my teeth and swallowing the toothpaste in it. I love punching the ceiling with my fists when I’m lost or I can’t find a parking space.