Browsing Topic Best Lost Love Quotes

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

The more one judges, the less one loves.

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.

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.

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

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

One love, one heart, one destiny.

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

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Lost love is still love.

The world today is hungry. Not only for bread but hungry for love; hungry to be wanted, hungry to be loved.

In your light I learn how to love.

There’s no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.

I worshipped money so much that it ruined my life. Money is not my god. I just want to manage His money for Him, for the poor people, the lost kids. I just love everybody.

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 read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

Each moment of a happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

… and I know it might sound crazy, but after all that, I still love you. You wanna come back in my life But now there is something I have to do. I have to tell the one that I once adored, that they can’t have my love no more, ’cause my heart can’t take no more lies, And my eyes are all out of cries.

Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.

God, send me an angel from the heavens above. Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love, ’cause all I do is cry. God, send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes.

in due time you’ll learn there is life after a lost love!

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.

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

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.

You do not fail in obedience through lack of love, but you have lost love because you never attempted obedience.

Whether it’s Mrs Dalloway’s lost love or Thérèse Raquin’s burgeoning horror, The Paying Guests reminds us of every great novel we’ve gasped or winced at, or loudly urged the protagonists through, and it does not relent. . . . The Paying Guests is the apotheosis of [Waters’] talent; at least for now. I have tried and failed to find a single negative thing to say about it. Her next will probably be even better. Until then, read it, Flaubert, Zola, and weep.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

Love may, indeed, love the beloved when her beauty is lost: but not because it is lost. Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal. Love is more sensitive than hatred itself to every blemish in the beloved… Of all powers he forgives most, but he condones least: he is pleased with little, but demands all.

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.

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.

any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.