For women who do not love us, as for the "disappeared", knowing that we no longer have any hope does not prevent… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Blood faded, friends become foes; your love disappeared like a smoke in the air. — Rahul Singh Mehta Copy Share Image
“If love disappeared when we touched the fault-lines, it wouldn't be worth much, would it?” — Claire Cross Copy Share Image
My heart as gone cold like the winters blow, My heart has broken into pieces and lost in the woods and each… — Nancy Acevedo Copy Share Image
