I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.— Leo Buscaglia
Mind-blowing Lost Loved Ones quotations
Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost.
If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died-you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
Friendship is one mind in two bodies.
Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely.
Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God's love encompasses us completely. ... He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.
Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness.
It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.
The world is always waiting for someone to save the day, make things better.
We've lost hope in politics, preachers. ... As a child of God, I just believe that Jesus is our hero, he is the one that came to save man's life, to save man's soul, to restore people back to themselves with a love that's real - an unconditional sacrificial love.
One love, one heart, one destiny.
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
No one can fully understand the meaning of love unless he's owned a dog.
A dog can show you more honest affection with a flick of his tail than a man can gather through a lifetime of handshakes.
Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one day, remembering Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our childlike faith again.
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
I fear being like everyone I hate, I fear failure, I fear losing control.
I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. And I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.
So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
You're a work of art. Not everyone will understand you, but the ones who do, will never forget about you.
The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.
Because one believes in oneself, one doesn't try to convince.
Because one is content with oneself, one doesn't need others' approval. Because one accepts oneself, the whole world accepts him or her.
This is what I know about love, That it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye. Each loved thing slips away. There is no stopping it.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
The Resurrection was the greatest ‘eucatastrophe’ possible in the greatest Fairy Story — and produces that essential emotion: Christian joy which produces tears because it is qualitatively so like sorrow, because it comes from those places where Joy and Sorrow are at one, reconciled, as selfishness and altruism are lost in Love.
And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
If there is love, there is hope that one may have real families, real brotherhood, real equanimity, real peace. If the love within your mind is lost and you see other beings as enemies, then no matter how much knowledge or education or material comfort you have, only suffering and confusion will ensue.
Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.
I have lost someone I loved as a brother, as a closest friend, and a remarkable human being. We have also lost one of the best damn actors we'll ever see.
One bad chapter does not mean your story is over.
No one you love is ever truly lost.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
One of the most important decisions you'll ever face in life is choosing whether to walk away or try harder.
It is true that after they have been reassured and have lost this fear, they are so artless and so free with all they possess, that no one would believe it without having seen it. Of anything they have, if you ask them for it, they never say no; rather they invite the person to share it, and show as much love as if they were giving their hearts.
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.
Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Our lives become the sum of all whom we have loved.
It is important not to waste anyone. One task of living out the last half of life is excavating and recovering all of those whom we loved in the first half. Thus, the recovery of lost loves becomes an important way in which the past affects the present.
You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
There is one thing infinitely more pathetic than to have lost the woman one is in love with, and that is to have won her and found out how shallow she is!