946 Quotes About Breakup

She was sorry to have been so impatient with him. Perhaps if they had stayed together longer, Sabina and Franz would have begun to understand the wordsthey used. Gradually, timorously, their vocabularies would have come together, like bashful lovers, and the music of one would have begun to intersect with the music of the other. But it was too late now.

She was sorry to have been so impatient with him. Perhaps if they had stayed together longer, Sabina and Franz would have begun to understand the words they used. Gradually, timorously, their vocabularies would have come together, like bashful lovers, and the music of one would have begun to intersect with the music of the other. But it was too late now.

Thoughts of leaving will move in, bivouac throughout the living room; they will have eyes like rodents and peer out at you from under the sofa, in the dark, from under the sink, luminous glass beads positioned in twos.

She almost wishes for another love affair, sometimes, just to be able to end it. Just to feel that door close once more. Would that be true love ? The relief of loneliness, replayed forever and ever ?

It's better to be broken to pieces in love than to stay intact as a cold, untouched glass sculpture filled with hate.

Perhaps she had got it all wrong, perhaps no new love could mend what an old love had torn apart, that passion was an unstable force and perhaps her life did not have to be a constant state of flux. These pages had weathered love and loss. Now, she said to herself, it was in her hands to write here a new story.

I was happier," Adam says, "when I thought she was dead." "You don't mean that. Don't say things like that, man. Once you say that kind of ... you can't take it back--" "Oh, I mean it," Adam says. "I really, really mean it." He finally looks at me. Fists clenched. "Thinking you were dead," he says to me, "was so much better. It hurt so much less than this." The walls are moving. I'm seeing spots, blinking at nothing.

Ignorance of sensuality has caused so many women their privilege of romantic happiness.

Nagging is a sign of a woman’s lack of understanding regarding her own sensuality.