Zira: It's over, Simba! I have dreamed of nothing else for years! Timon: [speaking to himself] Boy, does she need a hobby.
— Flip Kobler, Cindy Marcus, Timon (voice), Nathan Lane, imdb.com
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Quotes tagged ‘It's Over’
Walter: It’s over. We’re safe. Skyler: What happened? Walter: I won.
It's so important to say these things when you can because when it's over, it's over.
Frances: Sweetheart, what are we doing? Terry: You're cheatin' on him. It's not fair. Frances: Fair? Who cares about fair? I'm in love with you. There are arrangements that people live with. Terry: It's indecent. You can't go from his bed into mine. Frances: If it's so indecent, why did you keep fuc…
We hurt each other too well to let it drop.
The half-life of love is forever.
Then we fucked so that we could pretend that nothing hurtful had just happened.
You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either.
That's about it. In the months that follow you bend to the work, because it feels like hope, like grace—and because you know in your lying cheater's heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get.
She just seemed to take it, never gave anything off, not light, not heat.
You'd still have me, you tried to reassure her, but Paloma looked at you like the apocalypse would be preferable.
You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there.You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have…
Do you remember? When the fights seemed to go on and on, and always ended with us in bed, tearing at each other like maybe that could change everything.
You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
But back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.