“The quiet sense of something lost.”

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

A louse in the locks of literature.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Lost in the world of silence. Live in the world of existence.

It hurt the most when you are trying to fit in the place who are not meant to.

When you are on your way to find yourself, Remember that getting lost is a part of the process.

‎You’re not the same as you were before,” he said. You were much more – muchier, you’ve lost your muchness.

What love we’ve given, we’ll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

And a round of applause for everyone who lost me.

Don’t search for peace where you lost your heart.

Don’t blame yourself for the relationship you have lost.