Lost Moments Quotes

“Why shall I speak of the damage of love?
When it rejuvenates me just as much

In love, people happen to say too much,
But for me, words do not work as my crutch

I reminisce the time I fell in love,
As my remaining days go passing by

I’ve realised the only love I now feel
The unrequited, as the end draws nigh

But what was so unusual about you?
An epiphany unveiled at one sunrise:

In darkness ere, I had craved for light
Yet stars were situated in your eyes

It was in the moment I gazed upon
A face fashioned by the hands of nature

There isn’t much left to my regret now,
As lost moments cannot be recaptured”
― Zubair Ahsan

“It's one of those hugs you don't realize you've missed until your mother is gone. No one prepares you for the mediocre hugs that can't compare to the last one you gave to your mother.”
― Aly Beck, Sweet Strings

“Why shall I speak of the damage of love?
When it rejuvenates me just as much

In love, people happen to say too much,
But for me, words do not work as my crutch

I reminisce the time I fell in love,
As my remaining days go passing by

I’ve realised the only love I now feel
The unrequited, as the end draws nigh

But what was so unusual about you?
An epiphany unveiled at one sunrise:

In darkness ere, I had craved for light
Yet stars were situated in your eyes

It was in the moment I gazed upon
A face fashioned by the hands of nature

There isn’t much left to my regret now,
As lost moments cannot be recaptured.”
― Zubair Ahsan

“What shall they say about this moment if there is anything to say at all? And not just this moment we experience, but this period of history. What shall they say about it? And tracing this vast arc to 10,000 years from now, what will matter of all of this? Will it be what we take now as trivial—that faint aroma of petrichor, perhaps—but what, by their archivists, by their categories of prominence, they take to be as quintessential of this holy now? The herald of a cleansing rain, perhaps! How will this story be told and will it do these fleeting seconds justice? Will it betray what we know as now, or will it indeed be truer to the experience of now-then than now-now?”
― Ashim Shanker, Inward and Toward