And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Robert Frost
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About This Quote

A lover's quarrel with the world is a phrase that describes the struggles and losses we encounter in our lives. The world can be a cruel and unforgiving place and we often find ourselves hurt by people who should be our friends. When we love those we know well, those relationships can be difficult as well. When we love someone deeply, we experience great pain if they are taken away from us. A relationship like that can leave us emotionally scarred for life.

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