As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses, Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight. In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler, The sky low, the river broad, the calls of the wild geese harsh and cold. Now, grey at the temples, I listen to the rain beneath the eaves of an abandoned cloister. Has mine been a futile life? I have no answers, only the sound of raindrops upon worn stone steps, And long hours yet to pass before the light of dawn. . Sherry Thomas
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
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Unknown
Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.
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Nicholas Sparks
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
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Chuck Palahniuk
Where there is love there is life.
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Mahatma Gandhi
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted....
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Henry Rollins
More Quotes By Sherry Thomas
Sometimes limbs must be re-broken to set properly, her heart too needed to shatter anew before it could truly heal.
Just that I have loved you, even when I was nothing and no one to you, when you didn’t know my name and barely knew my face.- Leo
Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They’d grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she’d been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed...
I had this daft idea to come and bury the past. Except the past is not quite dead.
