That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

You must never be satisfied with losing. You must get angry, terribly angry, about losing. But the mark of the read more

You must never be satisfied with losing. You must get angry, terribly angry, about losing. But the mark of the good loser is that he takes his anger out on himself and not his victorious opponents or on his teammates.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.

Every human being must find his own way to cope with severe loss, and the only job of a true read more

Every human being must find his own way to cope with severe loss, and the only job of a true friend is to facilitate whatever method he chooses

Losers must have leave to speak.

Losers must have leave to speak.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.