breakups

We're both whisper-screaming at each other. All I can think is this is the worst possible way to break up with somebody.

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being. (109)

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

If you are in a bad relationship with anyone else, it is because you are in a bad relationship with yourself.

You know that saying about how you don__ know what you have until it__ gone? I already did know what I had, and now that she__ gone, I know even more.

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

Whenever it rains, I remember him, not as a tear that hails down as a raindrop, but as a God of fertility. As, every time I remember him, his memories conceive a baby of emotions in me!

Once fallen in true love, a person can't really fall out of it, no matter what. How much ever you try to hate your better half, you'll end up falling more instead. Some part of him will always reside in your heart.

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life...

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

When you__e finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you land, out of breath, and I__ finally out of sight, finally out of mind, you__l be honestly fine. All wounds will be healed. All fires will be extinguished. I__l be a memory. Feel free to repress me.

You were my dream and I was just your fantasy.

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...

You don't walk away to prove your worth. You walk away because you allowed someone else to dictate your value and you found yourself believing it.

A man worth loving is a man that never makes you feel like an option.

I feel like Amy wanted people to believe she really was perfect. And as we got to be friends, I got to know her. And she wasn't perfect. You know? She was brilliant and charming and all that, but she was also controlling and OCD and a drama queen and a bit of a liar. Which was fine by me. It just wasn't fine by her. She got rid of me because I knew she wasn't perfect.

There were friends all over London who would welcome his eagerly to their homes, who would throw open their guest rooms and their fridges, eager to condole and to help. The price of all of those comfortable beds and home-cooked meals, however, would be to sit at kitchen tables, once the clean-pajamaed children were in bed, and relive the filthy final battle with Charlotte, submitting to the outraged sympathy and pity of his friends' girlfriends and wives. To this he preferred grim solitude, a Pot Noodle and a sleeping bag.

Maybe in life you get all kinds of soulmates. Multiple people who vibrate at the same level you do. I think that's what Fred is for me. I just don't get to see his penis anymore. So, no, I don't get my happy-ending tongue kiss in the rain, but I did get my friend back. And I don't have to worry about running these busted knees around after any babies.