Nicholas Sparks Quotes

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

Twice we stood beside each other at the altar, Rosie. Twice. And twice we got it wrong. I needed you to be there for my wedding day but I was too stupid to see that I needed you to be the reason for my wedding day. But we got it all wrong.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.

I swore that I would never say I miss you more everyday but, some things are better left unsaid.

The scars of your love remind me of us they keep me thinking that we almost had it all the scars of your love they leave me breathless I can't help feeling we could have had it all

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

Okay I'll be honest girl I can't lie I miss you.

And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.

My love for the band is still there. It hasn't changed, maybe that's why it's so painful these days.

I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you're walking down the street. Something occurs to you, 'Oh, no, I said that.'

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

It's true what they say: 'You don't appreciate what you've got until it's gone.' I miss love. I miss being looked after.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

I was adored once too.

I'm never gonna play again, and I know I'm really, really going to miss it.

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.

I'm one of the few people I've ever met who is blessed enough to be able to love the one who got away.