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You and I both know that love is for children,'' he said. ''We're adults. Compatibility is for adults.'' ''Compatibility is for my Bluetooth and my car,'' Teresa replied. ''Only they get along just fine, and my car never makes my bluetooth feel like shit.

You and I Again and again Always almost Never enough. - A world of almosts

You are letting this feeling get cold, I cant blame you, you must know you are free to go... Don't you ever look back... If you wonder why it is because I wont be there.

You are not disposable. I know you feel that way when people choose to walk out of your life, but their emptiness causes space. And that vacant area of your life is desperately crying out for the one meant to take up residence. Let the angry tenant go. You don't want someone staying because you've begged and pleaded for their occupancy. You want the one who sees your quaking heart and says: "Honey I'm home".

You can miss places. You can miss people. Just know that what you’re really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again…. see them again…. you can’t go back. They’re not the same. You’re not the same. The loss of them changed you.

You can't wander around and think the wandering will call them back.

You cannot make someone love you. You cannot make yourself love someone. You cannot choose whom to love. You cannot stop yourself from loving. But, You can learn to love yourself; You can grow in acceptance; You can choose whom you see, and you can gradually let go.

You can't break up what was never together. But my heart didn't get that memo.

You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest, and if you see a fire from the shore tonight it’s my chains going up in flames.

You know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day.

You don't understand," she says. "It's my fault." "Darling, don't say that. Don't even think it." I try to reach my arm around her back, but she pulls away. She squeezes the bag to her chest. "It's true," she says. "I haven't been the perfect wife. I've done things I regret, I know that now. Stupid things. But I never thought it'd come to this." She grabs me by the arm. There's a mad kind of look that could lead to anything. "I blame myself, at least for part of it. I have to go after him. I'm not going to rot away, the way Mum did. I need him to see me. This is my last chance." So of course I find her keys, and her phone, and I think about what to tell the girls while she books her flight to Noosa.

You may eventually decide to breakup, and that’s fine, because headaches are not cute, but at least you know you tried.

You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place.

You die at heart from a withdrawal of love.

You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was, took awhile to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn't less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle.

You never suffer nearly as much as you imagine you suffer. You never suffer the illnesses you most dread nor the miseries that you fear.

You're not really moving on when you jump from someone who broke your heart to a new replacement. Moving on is self reflection and being strong enough to stand on your own.

You’re everything to me. But at best, I’m just a memory to you.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.

You're the only person who means anything to me in the whole world, you're all I've got..." "Well then you've got nothin.

You move forward because you have to. Life doesn't stand still. It makes you move on until you want to move on, you know? It'll run you over if you don't move.

Your heart matters and your pain matters, but for the love of all things beautiful in the world, you must keep your cool. Whether things ended amicably or in a messy manner, your overwhelming desire to express your emotions will reach a peak and you will want your voice heard. The best advice you will ever receive when it comes to this part is this: You are a queen and you must not disgrace yourself. It will seem easier said than done, but you must keep in mind that you are a woman of greatness and women of greatness carry themselves in grace and dignity.

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

Your partner needs your attention and your watering of his or her positive seeds. Without that attention, your relationship will wither.

You see, in love, you don’t get what you want. You get what you think you get.

You should have a chance to observe him when he sleeps. Look deeply, and see the tenderness that is revealed, the suffering, the hope, the despair that can be expressed during sleep. Sit there for fifteen minutes or half an hour, and just look. Understanding and compassion will arise in you, and you will know how to be there for your partner.

You tasted like fire And I miss that. So, at times I drank a little. And at times, I drank too much. But I only drank Till it burned me enough.

You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.

After a breakup, it takes a couple weeks for the fog to settle, but it's always a period of self-priority and growth. Life presents you with so many decisions. A lot of times, they're right in front of your face and they're really difficult, but we must make them.

A good many of my poems over the years have alluded to or taken on the political. Stevens has a line in one of his essays: "Reality exerts pressure on the imagination." Inevitably what is omnipresent in the culture exerts its pressure on our imaginations to respond to it, even if indirectly. But in this case the backdrop of 9/11, coincident with the breakup of a marriage, the finding of new love, some kind of personal cataclysm... all of those were forces informing the poems in some way.

After the break up of the municipality and the loss of his income my father lost health and spirits.

A girl can wait for the right man to come along but in the meantime that still doesn't mean she can't have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones.

All the care I would take, all the love that we made.. Now you trying to find somebody to replace what I gave to ya

All of our heartfelt lies Are not enough this time

All in all I learned a lesson from it though. You never see it coming you just get to see it go.

And you're wasted with your ladies. Yeah I'm the reason why you always getting faded.

A lot of love records or breakup records, a lot of the songs can tend to be on the blame side and the bitter side. And this was good for me, writing, because it made me feel like I was forcing myself to be more mature and grow up a little bit. It's not putting the blame on anybody, it's accepting responsibility just as much as the other person.

And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.

Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety. And at such a moment, unable to see and not daring to imagine what the future will now bring forth, one clings to what one knew, or dreamed that one possessed. Yet, it is only when a man is able, without bitterness or self-pity, to surrender a dream he has long cherished or a privilege he has long possessed that he is set free - he has set himself free - for higher dreams, for greater privileges.

A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.

Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety.

Being sad and going out on terrible dates and having horrible breakups and then having a shitty job and then quitting the shitty job and then wondering if you shouldn't have quit the shitty job and then getting a new shitty job that you get fired off of after six weeks, it's all so good for your writing.

Based on a string of bad breakups, I was forced to examine my choice of partners. Surely, that must have abolished me from any wrongdoing.

Boys will break your heart. Real men will pick up the pieces.

Any time I break up with Dawson or question him, viewers turn against me.

A wife lasts only for the length of the marriage, but an ex-wife is there for the rest of your life.

[ Blue is the Warmest Color ] was really a film about two people having to go through a relationship which everyone knew would lead to a breakup and the pain that that entails. Anybody can see that story, what leads to that, and identify with it. As a filmmaker, I wanted to construct this identification process with the characters so that you fully connect to their emotions and what their breakup [represents].

Breakup blackout is when you're so upset and you've been crying so much that you basically black out for a couple of days. You wake up to mascara caked on your face and empty ice cream cartons everywhere, and your iTunes has, like, four new really bad romantic comedies you've rented. And your friends are texting you, and for three days you're in this black hole.