Quotes on Lost Love

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

You can say a lot of bad things about Tiny Cooper. I know, because I have said them. But for a guy who knows absolutely nothing about how to conduct his own relationships, Tiny Cooper is kind of brilliant when it comes to dealing with other people's heartbreak. Tiny is like some gigantic sponge soaking up the pain of lost love everywhere he goes.

I am quite sure, that if we open a quarrel between the past and the present, we shall find that we have lost the future.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains - I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane; I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs. I will go out until the day, until the morning break - Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress; I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake. I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

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.

Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.

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.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

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

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

HAPPINESS is ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED