Nicholas Sparks Quotes

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

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

People will still love and hurt and yearn.

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

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

Love lost is a special kind of failure, I think. It's a reminder that some consummations, no matter how devoutly wished for, never come; that some apes will never be men, not in all the world's ages.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.

I can't make you love me, if you don't.

I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine.

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.

Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

It will hurt. Because deep down, I'll know there was someone.. someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that?

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

To not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.