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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.
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love
lost-love
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Betty Smith |
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2af94fb
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"It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
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love
lost-love
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Edgar Allen Poe |
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f3f88f2
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Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.
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love
spoil
teddy-lawrence
waste-of-life
jo-march
lost-love
longing
unrequited-love
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Louisa May Alcott |
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ac352d6
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Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
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lost-love
moment
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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53653d7
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I think about you. But I don't say it anymore.
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lost-love
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Marguerite Duras |
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02fc036
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"I'm not like a car you can fix up. I'm never gonna run right" Bella"
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brokenness
lost-love
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Stephenie Meyer |
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a62a186
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The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?
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love
lost-love
life-lesson
grieving
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Mercedes Lackey |
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e117eb1
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"I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
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lovers
the-notebook
lost-love
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Walt Whitman |
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adca16b
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Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.
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lost-love
tears
hell
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Lisa Kleypas |
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6dc876b
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"Party lights hang over the street, yellow and red and green. Sadie stumbles over someone's chair, but I'm ready for this and I catch her easily by the arm. "Sorry, clumsy," she says. "You always were, Sadie. One of your more endearing traits." Before she can ask about that I slip my arm around her waist. She slips hers around mine, still looking up at me. The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes. We clasp hands, fingers folding together naturally, and for me the years fall away like a coat that's too heavy and too tight. In that moment, I hope on thing above all others: that she was not too busy to find at least one good man ... She speaks in a voice almost too low to be heard over the music. But I hear her - I always did. "Who are you, George?" "Someone you knew in another life, honey."
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time-travel
lost-love
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Stephen King |
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463f0f3
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And I saw that all my life I had known that this was going to happen, and that I'd been afraid for a long time, I'd been afraid for a long time. There's fear, of course, with everybody. But now it had grown, it had grown gigantic; it filled me and it filled the whole world.
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lost-love
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Jean Rhys |
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8b246ed
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When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.
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lost-love
ghost
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Mitch Albom |
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f32cbd5
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And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.
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fear
missing
lost-love
sudden
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John Green |
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59a2de5
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I don't know why I feel so wounded with Kartik's obvious infatuation with Pippa. There's no romance between us. There's nothing that tethers us but this dark secret neither of us wants. It's not Kartik's longing that hurts. It's my own. It's knowing that I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.
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pain
love
lost-love
hurt
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Libba Bray |
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664682b
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Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.
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memories
lost-love
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Craig Clevenger |
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e0ccf43
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You said I was in love. You were right. But that never happened, either.
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lost-love
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Craig Clevenger |
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9b00d89
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I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over...And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that
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drug-user
hallucinations-sleep
love-oe-my-life
soulmates
lost-love
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Craig Clevenger |
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619683a
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I don't know, now, when I first looked at Hella and found her stale, found her body uninteresting, her presence grating. It seemed to happen all at once--I suppose that only means that it had been happening for a long time.
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lost-love
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James Baldwin |
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fff70b1
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What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression - unwelcome nostalgia. Trism lived in Liir's heart like a full suit of clothes in a wardrobe, dress habillards maybe, hollow and real at once. The involuntary memory of the best of Trism's glinting virtues sometimes kicked up unquietable spasms of longing.
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love
lost-love
wicked
longing
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Gregory Maguire |
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"You selfish bitch!" She had known for a long time that putting her needs above those of Adam's wife and children was indeed selfish. She had no real answer to the accusation thrown at her. "I'm sorry" she said, with her head in her hands. "you're sorry?" came her adversary's disbelieving reply. "I am. I'm sorry he married you when he was in love with me. I'm sorry I couldn't have loved someone else. I'm sorry your marriage is a joke and I'm sorry that I'm alone. I'm sorry for a lot of things - for you, for your kids, for me and for him. I spend most of my time being sorry." For a moment there was silence at the end of the line. "all you had to do was stay away" "if only I could have." tears escaped and raced down her cheeks. "I hate you!"
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heartbreak
lost-love
selfishness
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Anna McPartlin |
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248ab32
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"That's life for you," said McDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more."
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lonliness
lost-love
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Ray Bradbury |
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46c6172
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This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
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suicide
mourning
depression
empathy
sadness
music
heartbreak
heart
love
mournful
ruminating
tradgedy
lost-love
thinking
regret
lost
nostalgia
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Joseph Conrad |
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c54e36e
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Lost love belongs in a three-minute song, pullling back feelings from a time when they came unbidden, recalling the infatuation, the walking on sunshine that cannot last and the pain of its loss, whether through parting or the passage of time, reminding us that we are emotional beings
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lost-love
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Graeme Simsion |
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e83b65a
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"There're a lot of things you don't understand." Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. "I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it"
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lost-love
sad
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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595c27e
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I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.
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mortality
depression
death
sadness
dark-sky
grey-sky
overcast
morose
doomed
temporal
depressing
lost-love
pity
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Joseph Conrad |
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b94a194
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Julia stood for his youth, and the high hopes he had cherished; and although he might no longer yearn to possess her she would remain nostalgically dear to him while life endured.
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regency-romance
lost-love
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Georgette Heyer |
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9b88e63
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She could only hold on to her husband with both hands and promise herself that the best way to keep someone was to let him go.
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love
lost-love
unrequited-love
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Lauren Willig |
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f615b73
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Life, oblivious to his grief, continued
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wwii
lost-love
paris
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Julie Orringer |