Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
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Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

— Patricia Robin Woodruff
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Are you all right? With your Guild, I mean?"Alain considered the question. "They suspect me of being attracted to a Mech — Jack Campbell, The Dragons of Dorcastle
In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret,I'm grateful for the past. — William Congreve
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I never wanted to regret the kisses I missed. — Lynsey Addario, It's What I Do: A Photographer's Life of Love and War
I never want to regret the kisses I missed. — Lynsey Addario, It's What I Do: A Photographer's Life of Love and War
You realize how much you love someone once that someone is gone…gone forever, and you are filled with regret and sadness — Ama H. Vanniarachchy
Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to — Samuel Beckett, Murphy
If you are single and don't want to be. The only regret is staying that way. — Suzette R. Hinton
You're so young, you can't know the meaning of true regret. It's never what you've done, love, it's what you've left und — Tessa Dare, Surrender of a Siren
Love passed me by and I failed to get the plates. — Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
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He is precisely the young man to fall headlong in love and repent it for the rest of his life. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room