Quotes about Loss

Existence, after losing her, would be hell.

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

In every cloud, in every tree — filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women — my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

You said I killed you, haunt me then! …Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!

And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe, I know that ghosts have wanderedon earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

And my heart aches, in hopeless pain Exhausted with repinings vain, That I shall greet them ne'er again!