Quotes on Break Up

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Even as someone who's labeled a conservative - I'm a Republican I'm black, I'm heading up this organization in the Reagan administration - I can say that conservatives don't exactly break their necks to tell blacks that they're welcome.

Sometimes good things fall apart so better things could fall together.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right person comes along.

To find yourself jilted is a blow to your pride. Do your best to forget it and if you don't succeed, at least pretend to.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

I thought when love for you died, I should die._x000D_ _x000D_ It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.