To live without you
is to be robbed of love
and what is life without it?
To live without you
is death to me, my love
but some call it life.

a life without love, is no life at all

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

Would you think of somebody who you adore, who’s no longer there? A beloved grandmother, a lover — somebody in your life who you love with all your heart, but that person is no longer with you. Bring that person into your mind, and at the same time follow the line all the way from B to E, and you’ll hear everything that Chopin had to say.

And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?

That 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? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.

It was she whom I loved and whom I could not therefore see without that anxiety, without that desire for something more, which destroys in us, in the presence of the person we love, the sensation of loving.

How was I able to live alone before, my little everything? Without you I lack self-confidence, passion for work, and enjoyment of life — in short, without you, my life is no life.

[Written to his wife, Mileva]

After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?

"You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really "starting over." More like "continuing without.

How sad, lonely, and empty to live a life without love?

I tried to love you less.I couldn't.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.