Thomas Wolfe Quotes

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

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.

A restless spirit who can't reach his goal, can't find a home until I've found my soul.

There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

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.

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most

I've lost the one girl I found.

She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much.

Everything I loved became everything I've lost.

We need to be together." "Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. "Because I want you." I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him. I let go

To have memories of those you have loved and lost is perhaps harder than to have no memories.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

Being remembered is all anyone can ask from a lost love.

Lost love is still love.

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

...Lovers are Like walking ghosts, they always haunt the spot Of their misdeeds.

Gods forbid if she ever broke up with him. She'd never be able to visit the sea again without remembering her broken heart. Annabeth about Percy

Deeper than our instinct to live is our longing to be alive.

So, when I thought June might take you away, I didn’t know what to do. I felt like she was taking everything that mattered to me. I felt like she was taking away from you all the things that I didn’t have. That’s why I’m sorry. I’m sorry because you shouldn’t have to be everything to me. I had you, but I’d forgotten that I had myself too.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.