“You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other time I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it's all wrong. I'm sorry, he'll say. I have to leave now.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“But back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attend…”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the lights in my old home in the capital, how they flickered and you never knew if they would go out or not. You put down your things and you waited and couldn't do anything really until the lights decided. This, I told her, is how I feel.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.”— George Orwell, amazon.com
“Stop minimizing and discounting your feelings. You have every right to feel the way you do. Your feelings may not always be logical, but they are always valid. Because if you feel something, then you feel it and it’s real to you. It’s not something you can ignore or wish away. It’s there, gnawing at…”— Daniell Koepke, internal-acceptance-movement.tumblr.com
“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”— Elizabeth, amazon.com
“I am furious, nails digging into my palms, tears stinging my eyes. I feel a flash of intense anger. I feel as though something has been taken away from me.”— Paula Hawkins, amazon.com
“You'll have a good, secure life when being alive means more to you than security, love more than money, your freedom more than public or partisan opinion, when the mood of Beethoven's or Bach's music becomes the mood of your whole life, when your thinking is in harmony, and no longer in conflict, wi…”— Wilhelm Reich, amazon.com
“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”— William Wordsworth, amazon.com
“If he’s got strong emotions about you – well, those strong emotions don’t come from nowhere. They come from lingering feelings about you.”— Nick Bastion, vixendaily.com
“The best thing to do is to tell him you don’t want to talk, text, or contact him after the breakup, and ask that he respects your wishes. And if you tell him that, and he STILL contacts you? He’s still got feelings for you.”— Nick Bastion, vixendaily.com
“Having any feelings at all toward you is a hell of a lot better than NO feelings. If he is still feeling hurt or angry enough to bother confronting you, that is actually a good sign. In the words of Elie Wiesel, ‘The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.'”— Elizabeth Stone, thoughtcatalog.com