“Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.”— Greg Behrendt, amazon.com
“It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my issue. I’m the one with the problem. I’m putting you in an unfair position. You’re a good person. I need to work through some things. You need to move on. We tried, we did. And you never know what’ll happen in the future.”— Iain Reid, amazon.com
“You'll never know it hurts me so, how I hate to see you go. Don't pass me by, don't make me cry, don't make me blue.”— The Beatles, amazon.com
“You've got to learn to leave the table when love's no longer being served.”— Nina Simone, youtube.com
“It is somehow like a nightmare to see someone change in front of your eyes, to become a stranger and not to be able, with just your love, to make them that familiar person again.”— Anne Sexton, amazon.com
“I made from our ruins, a monument; a reminder to myself that worship does not keep temples from falling apart.”— Emma Bleker, amazon.com
“Because if you let me go too gently, I am afraid I will follow behind like a lovesick dog. If you let me go too gently, my misguided hands will try to build us a home, will promise you we can make it work.If you let me go too gently, I will ask that you stay.”— Ari Eastman, thoughtcatalog.com
“Your apologies hang heavy like the skeleton of the man I once thought I’d marry. I loved you more than I knew what to do with most days. But I do not know you now. And this stranger you’ve become makes my stomach hurt.”— Ari Eastman, amazon.com
“I find myself formulating excuses I know you’ve already come up with, because I know I’ll never get an ‘I’m sorry’ followed by just a period. And I deserve that period.”— Kendra Syrdal, amazon.com
“How a woman can once again become violently desirable after you have broken up remains a mystery. Some, perhaps, have the same sense of retrospective admiration of their own bodies at the moment of leaving them.”— Jean Baudrillard, amazon.com
“You love me differently just like I love you differently and people change and move on and blah blah, but why is this sort of distant love the hardest thing to handle? How do people handle this? Do they?”— Mila Jaroniec, thoughtcatalog.com
“If only I can make this pain pretty, we tell ourselves, then it mattered.”— Heidi Priebe, amazon.com
“Here is how you walk away from him: you get up, flick your hair, sashay away and never look back.”— Kat George, thoughtcatalog.com
“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”— Kait Rokowski, chrissystockton.com
“Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, goodreads.com