#breaking

I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death. Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#breaking-up #couples #excerpts #free #heartbreak

Life sucks, and then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#life #twilight #life

Although I notice there is never a truly good time to have a nice long chat with one´s mother-in-law, unless you are having an extraordinary life and marriage and your mother-in-law is, say, Maureen Dowd, or Indira Gandhi. Someone of that ilk. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#breakups #heartbreak #in-love #jamie-weise #love

I’m mistaken…. for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #heartbreak #heartbreaking #jamie-weise #love

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there’s no end in sight. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain’t cutting it with me. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#breakup #eva-tramell #heartbroken #love #sylvia-day

A note, who writes a note like that? Who were you to write one to me? it boomed inside me the whole time, an explosion over and over, the joy of what you wrote to me jumpy shrapnel in my bloodstream. I can't have it near me anymore, I'm grenading it back to you, as soon as I unfold it and read it and cry one more time. Because me too, and fuck you. Even now. ↗

— Daniel Handler

#love #note #love

Do you know anything about hearts, Jona? The Senta know hearts. Hearts are not one organ. Inside a mother's womb, two pulsing bags of blood seek their eternal mate." Her hand reached out to his. She opened his palm, and traced a finger down his lifeline, then his loveline. She lifter it up to her own face. She placed it on her cheek. "Lungs are fine apart," she said, "Hands do not need another but to clap. Brains gnarl like roots in the nothing of soul, and guts spin in knots around the nothing of hunger. But hearts are made by two complete parts merging together. Once the two pieces sense each other in the blood flow, they cross every bloody cliff inside of us. The arteries bind the halves close. The veins make love to each other in the life pulse that makes all life from love entwined. ↗

— J.M. McDermott

#hearts #love #love

Once, a great handful of a girl out west told him - I never did love you. […]How mean of her to salve her spit curled conscience by trying to take away their past! In the kitchen he had started to use those very words on Lou - they sprang readily to mind, as wounding words do - but he stopped himself. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#love