Gregory David Roberts Quotes

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.

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.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man.

When you fall in love, you don't have a whole lot of time. But when it comes to a heartache, all of the sudden you have time on your hands, and it's an outlet for you to write.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

Alas! never had I loved him so well!

I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why--out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved--I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.

Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret!

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Unrequited love is always a great thing.

I have a one-track mind. That's all that I'm interested in - love. And the lack of it. When it stops.

We fall in love more deeply when we're unhappy.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

I was adored once too.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.