“It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life. But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday, and you’ll erase me completely.”

Sometimes, I don’t know what haunts me more – the memories of you, or the happy person I used to be.

Half of me is missing and what’s left is missing you.

One day I will cease to exist. But all my life I will love you.

A woman is at heart – a wild creature. But the creature itself – that depends on you.

Day after day, the echoes of losing you resonate in my bones.

When a deep love leaves, deep sadness takes residence.

I had never been at peace with my own reflection until I saw it in your eyes.

The past is never gone, it simply lies beyond reach. A moment becomes a memory, the tangible becomes ethereal and now becomes forever.

I don’t know if I stole your love or if it was my fate. I only know it broke my heart to find your love too late.

Each second can never be repeated, retracted or relived. So if someone gives you their time, you should appreciate it for the precious gift that it is.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?

The trust to hold what is delicate within you should only be given to someone whose hands are as gentle as your heart.

Stranger than fiction is the fiction that you are a stranger to me.

I miss the me I was with you.

Meeting you was like finding the answer to a question I had long since forgotten asking.

I never knew the aftermath would be this painful. I never knew that you miss someone with the same fervour with which you loved them.

For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year; And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.

The secret of my success? It is simple. It is found in the Bible.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

We are as liable to be corrupted by books, as by companions.

I often feel newspapers are just filling up space. Of course, I also know people who write really long books.

When I am reading a book, whether wise or silly, it seems to me to be alive and talking to me.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

A boy has to peddle his book.