I’ll tell you something, Harpy,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now. “It never even occurred to me that we wouldn’t make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.
It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.
A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.
In the break-up of a marriage the world inclines to take the side of the partner with most vitality, rather than the one apparently least to blame.
Hold on, and dont put us on hold
The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn’t negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.
…getting dumped is predictable, repetitive, and boring.They want to stay friends; they feel smothered; it’s always them and it’s never you; and afterward you’re devastated and they’re relieved; it’s over for them and just starting for you.
Blaming the ex for the breakup is like blaming the clothes for not fitting you.
Everything is all right,
When you’re here,
When you’re right next to me,
When my hand is in yours,
Don’t leave me,
Don’t leave me empty handed.
What I want to know is how you go on when you look around
and don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only person
you can’t have.