On the way we talked about the road sign Bridge Ices Before Road. I always wondered, If that's a problem, why don't they just build the bridge out of the same stuff they use to build the road? Drema explained that the bridge isn't made out of different material than the road, but that the bridge ices quicker because it's alone, hanging there without the land under it to keep it warm. Rob Sheffield
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and–in spite of True Romance magazines–we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely–at least, not all the...
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Hunter S. Thompson
And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.
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L.m. Montgomery
I haven’t been very impressed lately. By people, or places, or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.
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Charlotte Eriksson
I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to...
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Nicholas Sparks
But I was youngand didn’t know betterand someone should have told me to capture every secondevery kiss & every night Because now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are growing in my throat and they want to break...
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Charlotte Eriksson
More Quotes By Rob Sheffield
It’s the same with people who say, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself...
I'd shut the whole world down just to tell you
The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with – nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story....
Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.
When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.
