Nothing ever goes back on the vine. — Steve Weddle, Country Hardball
Nothing ever goes back on the vine. — Steve Weddle, Country Hardball
Nothing ever goes back on the vine. — Steve Weddle, Country Hardball
Nothing ever goes back on the vine. — Steve Weddle, Country Hardball
Nothing ever goes back on the vine. — Steve Weddle, Country Hardball
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Nothing ever goes back on the vine.

— Steve Weddle, Country Hardball
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More “Loss” Quotes

You can go on losing after loss. — Hélène Cixous, Hyperdream
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Volatility in the up direction is not a problem-it's only downward volatility that offers discourse. — Coreen T. Sol, Practically Investing: Smart Investment Techniques Your Neighbour Doesn't Know
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Like Mom, Zoe thought–like Mom used to. And that’s where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twiligh — Annette Curtis Klause, The Silver Kiss
Love left to languish will bear poisonous fruit. — Sarah Winter
Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when — Sarah Winter
When life hands you the unthinkable you must find new ways to see. — Nancy Sharp, Both Sides Now: A True Story of Love, Loss and Bold Living
His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. — Robin Hobb, Golden Fool
Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens? — Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman
I may bring other women here, to this place, and I may tell them I love them, and make love to them. But they will be im — Jez Butterworth, The River