Quotes on Breakup

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

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

Groups break up because they never got across what they wanted to do personally, and they have creative differences, and egos start to clash.

If you are a woman living, you've been done wrong by a man.

I think, don't you, that a girl with any delicacy of feeling couldn't bring herself to marry a man indirectly responsible for her father's death. No matter how much she was in love with him.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

If you have zest and enthusiasm you attract zest and enthusiasm. Life does give back in kind.

Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either.

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right.

He who never puts his trust in any man will never be deceived.

I think you're a wonder. You're beautiful. You're mature. You are, I admit, vastly more experienced than I am. That's what threw me. I was thrown. Forgive me.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

The difference between love and logic is that in the eyes of a lover, a toad can be a prince, whereas in the analysis of a logistician, the lover would have to prove that the toad was a prince, an enterprise destined to dull the shine of many a passion.

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable, and unfortunately there is no doubt that life does not spare its purest children; often it is just the most deserving people who cannot help loving those that destroy them.