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Love And Loss Quotes Quotes

Quotes tagged as "love-and-loss-quotes" Showing 1-6 of 6
Eric Overby
“Do you ever miss me?
The way we held each other close,
What about our history?
Have you blocked out the memory
Of the things that meant the most?”
Eric Overby, February Rain: Lyrics of a Lonely Traveler

Emiko Jean
“... What happened to my promise to take your sorrows and buy them deep?... I saw your call. I didn't answer. Foolish me. I thought it is better to be lonely than to be insecure.”
Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“Sometimes, we must experience heartbreak to fully admire the warmth and brilliance that shines ahead.”
Terry a O'Neal

Beverly Sade
“Sometimes pain is our greatest teacher. It's through those experiences that we learn our most important lessons.”
Beverly Sade, Through Her Eyes Behind Her Smile

B.S. Murthy
“As she realized that at the core of it, her life was as empty as the bottle in her hand, she tried to speculate what her life would have been like, had she married someone who wouldn’t have thought of crossing the Rubicon when it came to it. But, as if not to hurt her sensibilities at that point of no return, her faculties failed her. In time, her body too began losing its vitality to hold her restless soul any longer.”
B.S. Murthy, Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life

B.S. Murthy
“Having finished the letter, she tiptoed into their bedroom and towards their framed wedding photograph on the dressing table. As she sat on the stool, she couldn’t take her eyes off the picture. In time, dropping the letter in her lap, she took the frame into her hands. But, soon finding the light too dim to hold the picture, she took the frame closer to her. At that, as the memories of their honeymoon came in torrents, her eyes turned into waterfalls. When she realized that the farewell letter in her lap was getting wet, she placed it on the table along with the photograph. If not for her wish to let her man know her mind at the parting, perhaps, she would have wept herself to death and thus allowed her missive to smudge in the pool of her tears.”
B.S. Murthy, Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life