“She felt the loss of Willoughby s character yet more heavily than she had felt the loss of his heart.”
“If love is like driving a car, then I must be the worst driver in the world. I missed all the signs and ended up lost.”
“...and her dreams that didn t happen, that couldn t have happened because she d pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.”
“You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my heart and yanked it from my body. Now I stand bewildered by the sight of my heart beating on the cold concrete floor.”
“Now that he s gone, I feel like I m a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much as I believed in him. The shame is overwhelming.”
“First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.”
“I had that feeling you have when you re watching a sad movie, sobbing at the heartbreak you are feeling at the same time that you know the heartbreak isn t exactly real, that it will be gone by the time you get home and make a cup of tea. I found a lot of life like that when I was younger, as though I was practicing for what came later.”
“Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I ll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.”
“...I never would have seen Chelsea reach up, take Logan s face in her hands, and kiss him. So the off again was definitely on again. And I knew then that Patrick was very wrong about my heart, because if it had actually been an encyclopedia I could have watched it all with perfect composure.”
“Love is fragile at best and often a burden or something that blinds us. It s fodder for poets and song writers and they build it into something beyond human capacity. Falling in love means enrolling yourself in the school of disappointment. Being human means failing each other often, and no two people fail each other more than two people who pledge to do things for each other that they ll never do because they are just incapable of it...That s why art is enduring. The look of love or hope, or the look of compassion, bravery, whatever, is captured forever. We spend our lives trying to get someone to be as enduring as a painting or a sculpture and we can t because feelings crumble as quickly as the flesh.”
“People don t know. We don t know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who ve left us is because we knew them so well.”
“It s only a heartache. It isn t a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins in hell. Am I allowed to feel pain at a breakup? When there is so much other shit going on in this world? Love is extremely serious. I don t think this is trivial.”
“No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it s here. Look around.”
“When I wrote this song I felt pretty unoriginal because everybody writes love songs, and everybody feels like their love is the most important and when their love ends and they get their heart broken, that nobody understands. And…that’s ridiculous, but so am I.”
“they have seen the likes of you before, they may be intrigued by the looks of you, but they know that you-like everyone else-will leave them in the end.”
“It s like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn t there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos. This isn t the person we knew. I don t recognize this person. He s shed his skin. Her heart is broken too. She has to say the thing that will give me back my life. She draws on every reserve. I see how much it hurts her and it hurts me too. I came from her joy and her pain, I lived in it and I live in it now.”
“For some reason, the despair that s welling up in me is transforming into white-hot rage. I feel it working its way up from my toes, winding around my legs, and burrowing into the pit of my stomach. It spears its razor-sharp tendrils through the pieces of my broken heart. It s crippling, and devastating, and unrelenting. I have only one choice to survive this; I turn that rage outward.”