The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.
If you are a woman living, you've been done wrong by a man.
I never knew how quickly I would go from someone that you loved to someone you used to know.
Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
Breakups hurt like a motherf*#ker, but they are not the end of the world. The pain is temporary, and if handled properly, they can even be life-changing.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
As for the single market, the E. U. 's landmark achievement, there is no question that a euro zone breakup would severely disrupt its operation in the short run.
When I wrote the story ["The Cartographers"], I'd just gone through a breakup with a woman I'd loved dearly. Without this other person in my life, the memories we'd shared often felt like phantoms. Who was this person I once loved? Did she still really exist? The answer, on a metaphysical level, was that this person didn't still exist. She'd gone on to become a different person, an individual with new hopes and dreams which no longer involved me.
That's the trouble with caring about anybody, you begin to feel overprotective. Then you begin to feel crowded.
Every minute we were together, I felt like I was wandering in the dark through a strange house, groping for a light switch. And then, whenever I found one and turned it on, the bulb was dead.
I may not be perfect, but i'm always me
The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.
The old line 'You deserve someone better than me' in this case was not just an old line. She deserved someone who would love her and take care of her and he knew he never would.
I've seen men like you in Doris Day films, but I never thought they existed in real life. . . The men who can't commit, who can't say 'I love you' even when they want to, who start to cough and sputter and change the subject. But here you are. A living, breathing specimen. Incredible.
All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
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.
I think the media has got into this Enquirer mentality. Years ago, legitimate press didn't really concern itself with sordid details of people's personal lives. That wasn't the focus. But also a lot of celebrities were bullied into revealing this breakup or tragedy or divorce or problem. They started to talk about it and the press just started to talk about people's private lives. That just seems to be the norm.
The time it takes to feel better about a breakup is directly proportional to the time it takes to feel better about yourself.
When I was first going through my separation, someone said to me, 'It will take you half as long as you were in the relationship before you'll feel better. ' And I wanted to knock them out cold across the table. Because, of course, I was in agony. And the last thing I wanted to think was that I was going to stay that way for a long time.
