Rob Thomas Quotes

It's not fun to watch someone that you used to love kind of go down.

I don't know where we went wrong, but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back.

Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

I've lost the one girl I found.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

My life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Music breaks my heart constantly.

You can't fast-forward heartbreak, and you can't rewind love - and that's just one big bummer.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

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.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and by mistaken or unrequited affection.

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

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

There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.