Best 8 quotes of A. A. Gupte on MyQuotes

A dying girl. A pining boy. And a whole lot of robbed years.

Death would ease her pain and suffering, but it had succeeded in breaking his heart.

His touch comforted her because for a moment there, she would’ve actually drifted away in the stale evening wind of Saint County.

I spot a small cleft on his chin that should be awarded with a whole new set of definitions and adjectives.

It appeared like their pain and suffering were combined feelings. But, feelings never did kill anyone. It was running away from feelings that lead to the absolute death of any relationship.

Mark’s words crash on me like a tsunami. I am quaking inside, but my face is the epitome of peace. If I ever get that angry, I might rip something or someone into pieces and not sit seething like him.

She called my name. She called me Mark. I love it when someone uses my name at unexpected times. I don’t know why. But, I just love it.

The suffering was shaping her perception about life, her values, priorities, goals and dreams.