Break Up Quotes - Page 2

There were days when I still put on make up in case you’d come back,but I wear the same clothes and shower in the rainand eat when I can and sleep when I can,which is rare and not often,so if you’d see me nowon these streetswhere I once imagined walking with youyou’d have a hard time recognising me.I takes a lot to run away.

Because we have loved profoundly,Because we have given much, Because we have hoped passionately,Because we have desired intensely, We allow ourselves to be infinitely hurt.

Marvel at how she,the patient gardener, the bringer of sleep,she who draws the bath and lights the candles,she who made you someone who could makehimself into someone, she made you wantto live more than anything else, and nowshe makes you want to leave the worldbecause you have seen it.

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn't work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate- a thin line and all that- and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.

Josh and I started out so easy, so fun, and now we're like strangers. I'll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.

Break my heart or break my fall.

Put all your pain on a piece of paper, write it all down, every experience, every ache, every hurtful moment. Then take a match, and set fire to that piece of paper. All the hurt you have inside you is burning just as it burnt inside of you, until it is completely gone. From this moment forward you are free. Nothing can harm you. No past. No present. No future. You are reborn into water, and nothing in the entirety of this world can set fire to water, nor crush it. Whatever pressures you face, you will float. Whatever tries to sink you, you will rise up. Today, right now, in this moment, you are a warrior. Now smile, it will set fire to those who sought to burn you...

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped.Self forgot self.You, my all, became all my reasons.Reasons left.You left.I never forgot.

And yet you thought he was the one? Imagine a lifetime without laughter.

I'm writing it in a letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.

Some people are lucky to find love, others must settle with being liked...

Missing you,I missed a part of meI shared with you that’s now gone.Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feeland the things you made us do.Missing you I shouldn’t be.But I can’t help missing who I was with you.Missing you,I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn’t even missed in return.

I used to think that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I guess it’s more so of a case-by-case thing when I look at it now. It especially doesn’t help when most of the time, when forced to reckon with the realities of things, you have your illusions occupying you.

Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back.

Like the muscles knew from the beginning that it would end with this, this inevitable falling apart... It's sad, but a relief as well to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

I love to talk to flowers. They are sensitive. And sometimes I just want to have couple of wings and fly away... Will you ever notice?

I must have truly been under his spell, believing anything is acceptable when you're in love.

Hearts may break, and relationships end, but life goes on. You can't stop life's motion; it's either you let life pass you by or you go with it's motion.

I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone wants you well”. But I was not afraid and I wished for adrenaline to make my veins pulsate in that way that puts them more on the outside of my skin than inside.After the first night with you I never walked alone at night again because suddenly I had something to lose. Something to save.

Maybe she has a wrinkle on her face in just the right place and I find it attractive. Maybe she says all of her statements as questions and I find that endearing. Maybe she swallows instead of spits or maybe I was just looking for a way to kill time with someone new over the next five years. The reasons why don’t matter.

Every time he left, I shattered apart.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

I think we've grown so far apart, we don't even know each other anymore.

We will not always be here, so let's make the best use of what we have, when we still have it.

Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.

Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?

I wanted to say "don't leave me," but I'm so tired of begging people to stay.

Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.

For years I've been searching for a homeland, finally I found it in you..

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.

We're a mess, Kate.

EACH MORNING I SAY WAKE UP,I GOT A CHANCE TO MAKE UP,MY WRONGS HAS TO BE CLEAN UP,MY PAST IS A BREAK UP,I HAVE TO THINK FOR FUTURE BACK UP.

I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with God and with paint.

Sometimes a woman will look back on what she had, not because she wants to go there but to motivate her to do better.

She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty witho

If your heart is broken, do you have a phantom heart?

Bucket lists are supposed to be about doing things you've always dreamt about not torturing yourself.

Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!

If this is really it...if you're really done with me...will you let me hold you tonight? - Travis

I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly

I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.

Maybe it was wrong to take comfort in Hayden’s arms, but she wouldn’t find comfort anywhere else.

I slept cause she cheated. She slept cause I cheated! WTF! We Need? Let's buy a loyal bed.

Jo claimed that the reason people survived breakups was that within days of the amputation, Mother Nature started reminding you of what you had been doing without, what could have been better, all the samll discontents you had been filing away.

It is not the pain from the present that is killing you, but all your repressed feelings from the past that adds weight to it.

The purest regret, no matter what, is thinking you didn't love enough.

In fairy tales the evil characters disappear or die, in reality, evil spreads while you wait for your hero on a horse, only to realise the sword to save yourself was always in your hand...

Sometimes I scare myself with how quickly I can come up with lies.

Yes, you are right! I am your leftover trash. I hope you know a bum got to eat too. I believe you were one when I met you.

She had the prettiest eyes & prettiest smile withWounds on her heart and bruises on her soul~

You see herand ascend into love. You become enchanted, a found madman. In your love,you lose yourself and become her. You were once without her, now with her. You still feel her and descend into love. You become enraptured, a lost madman. In your love,you lost yourself and her. You were once with her, nowwithout her.