Breakup Quotes Moving On Quotes

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

I wore your promise on my finger for one year I'll wear your name on my heart til I die Because you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief…. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance ….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.

My heart’s been empty since you left - but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

You loved him enough to let him leave… Now you need to love yourself enough to let him go.

I could have loved him with everything I had but he wasn't prepared for the depth i provided ~ had I been a woman of weakness I would have stayed, but he lost the chance when he said I wasn't enough that day.

Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?

You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You blame Santo Domingo. You find a therapist. You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You start taking salsa classes like you always swore you would so that the two of you could dance together. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak—It was the book! It was the pressure!—and every hour like clockwork you say that you’re so so sorry. You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and, Ya, and you will have to move from the Harlem apartment that you two have shared. You consider not going. You consider a squat protest. In fact, you say won’t go. But in the end you do.

Know this: whenever you think of leaving, a part of you has already left. But it’s never too late to get it back.

There isn't much difference between "giving" and "leaving". While the former will ALWAYS come back to you, the latter will only do if it was meant to be yours in the first place.

The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn't negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.

I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.

But some relationships aren't meant to last. They are worthy only till the time the two persons involved have time for each other. They do not know eternity. They live for the present, the "now". And when distance plays it part, or life turns out to be busy, they fall apart. And may be that's why they're never termed "LOVE". They simply remain what they were - mere RELATIONSHIPS.

I said I love you when what I meant to say was "I’m afraid of being alone." I said I need you when what I meant to say was "I need to learn how to love myself.

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

We do not leave those whom we truly love. We only break the hearts of those whom we can tolerate their hurts and can move away from their pain" From "The Jasmine Tree: Love in the time of revolutions

Rules are made to be broken, but hearts are broken to be made. It is a big miracle to be loved "because" of your inadequacies, not "despite" them. And nothing can be as fascinating as walking tall on the same road that once witnessed your fall.

Consider that the path you were once on was meant to end when it did. Obsessing about plans lost or changed is a barrier to holistic wealth because it keeps you stuck in the past and unable to move forward.

The changes we make in life often happen when we have a degree of certainty. However, the pain of our past failures and the fears of our peers often fuel our uncertainty. This inability to predict the future is why people find themselves stuck and unable to move forward. They don't want to feel the emotions of failure. They prefer to talk themselves into settling for an "okay" life, rather than the life they really want. However, failure is a matter of perspective! Is it not failure when you don't take a chance on the one thing you need? There is no happiness in regret, staying safe or settling for anything less than what you can have through action.

They tell us the only way to move on is to forget. “Forgive,” they say. Realise that you deserve better. That maybe they deserve better. You can't fight fire with fire. Extinguish it once and for all. "Do not look back," they say. They don't tell you that only one thing is needed. Only one: love. When you are filled to the brim with love, you only emanate love. You become lover and love itself. Only then will you love even the very people you wish to hate.

I had always been so good at moving on. "I don't know why it took so long to get over him," I said. "Because he rocked your world, that's why.

I don't know about forever, but I love you just the same.

I was clinging to a person so hard that I did not know how to breathe when he let go and I call that an addiction.

I will forget you as soon as my head lays on someone else's arms. It's not a complicated science.

Allow yourselves to gently fall apart. You've given your all. And now it's time to let it all go.

In the same way, gasping for air underwater, is like giving love to someone that doesn’t want it; you’ll drown inevitably. All you can do is hold your breath and find your way to the surface.

You cannot protect yourself from all the things that could hurt you. I can pretty much guarantee that you will be hurt again and again. But, you have had horrible break-ups and you survived. Which is a good indicator that you can trust yourself to make it through another one. So, thank your fear for trying his best to take care of you. Tell him you appreciate that he exists, but that he is only one of your many advisers, not your master. Show your fear, every time he shows up, who is boss. Tell your fear that he is welcome to tag along, but to keep his voice down to the faintest of whispers. Listen to that (by now) nearly inaudible whisper saying "Don't love again! We will get hurt!" and shout back "I LIKE HER A LOT! I WANT TO LIKE HER SOME MORE!" and then let your heart set the pace for how quickly you move into loving her. If the choice is fear or love, chose love. Make this choice again and again and again.

When suffering from a relationship breakup, remember that there are eight billion people in the world. If someone doesn’t want you, there are other people who will.

When you don’t want something or someone anymore, the truth is, you don’t give a damn about who has it. And that’s the truth. - TheAffidavitOfNiedriaDionneKenny

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 are not guilty about someone else progressing, you are guilty about not moving enough.

With each failed relationship, heartache and betrayal, we are presented with an opportunity to either craft or refine our mate selection process.

You could give them more chances but nothing would change.

Just because things could have been different doesn't mean they would have been better for us.

You can't tell people how much you miss me if you're the reason we stopped talking.

Goodbye isn't the end. It's the beginning of what happens next.

Stop trying to fix it and just leave.

If he left you, it's because he's not worth the trouble! Listen to what I'm going to tell you: Nobody's worth crying over. Believe me my dear, nobody's important enough for your tears...

I bet you think I either moved on or forgot you And now you've stopped reaching out I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can't say "Hello" to you And not fall for you all over again. And I just wanna tell you It took everything in me not to be with you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I almost do, I almost do. Oh, we made quite a mess, babe. It's probably better off this way. And I confess, babe, In my dreams you're touching my face And asking me if I be with you once and for all. And I almost do. And I just wanna tell you It takes everything in me not to reach out to you. And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I almost do, I almost do. I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city. And I hope sometimes you wonder about me.

I was happier," Adam says, "when I thought she was dead." "You don't mean that. Don't say things like that, man. Once you say that kind of ... you can't take it back--" "Oh, I mean it," Adam says. "I really, really mean it." He finally looks at me. Fists clenched. "Thinking you were dead," he says to me, "was so much better. It hurt so much less than this." The walls are moving. I'm seeing spots, blinking at nothing.

Instead of sitting around the house & acting like it’s the end of the world when you go through a breakup. Live your life, you’re not promised tomorrow. There is nothing you can change that has already been done. Just know that she/he lost you, you didn’t lose anything.

You can love them and still decide they’re not right for you. You can miss them and still move on. Your emotions aren’t an invitation to get back with someone who’s not for you. Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. Nobody’s worth losing yourself for.

Even now, I see his damp hair crowding at his forehead. His eyes, cerulean, the same as my mother's. Him, favoring the skin of any water to me. I remember him moving with it, and staying. That ripe light and intermittence. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever stop looking for him there.

No matter how scary or intimidating a person may appear to be, we don't need to "protect" ourselves from them. As long as we can turn our experiences into love, there's no need to waste time and energy being frightened, or trying to stop things and people from coming in or going out.

He realized that his past life, his past lonely life, hadn’t been good but perfect. For every single event in that life had pushed him unwaveringly closer and closer to her. Every failure, every crumbling relationship, every breakup in the cold rain or amidst hot tears—everything had been to place him at that diner two weeks ago. To bring him to the now—sleeping on her bed, this stunning, intelligent woman next to him. All his life, he had dreamt of her, either consciously or subconsciously, and this woman had materialized in the flesh. Looking back, he wondered if the plan had been too perfect for it to be mere coincidence. Fate or whatever could substitute for fate had slowly moved him toward her.

How are things going with your brothers?” “The judge set a date to hear me out after graduation. Mrs.Collins has been prepping me.” “That is awesome!” “Yeah.” “What’s wrong?” “Carrie and Joe hired a lawyer and I lost visitation.” Echo placed her delicate hand over mine.“Oh, Noah. I am so sorry." I’d spent countless hours on the couch in the basement, staring at the ceiling wondering what she was doing. Her laughter, her smile, the feel of her body next to mine, and the regret that I let her walk away too easily haunted me. Taking the risk, I entwined my fingers with hers. Odds were I’d never get the chance to be this close again. "No, Mrs. Collins convinced me the best thing to do is to keep my distance and follow the letter of the law." "Wow, Mrs. Collins is a freaking miracle worker. Dangerous Noah Hutchins on the straight and narrow. If you don’t watch out she’ll ruin your rep with the girls." I lowered my voice. "Not that it matters. I only care what one girl thinks about me." She relaxed her fingers into mine and stroked her thumb over my skin. Minutes into being alone together, we fell into each other again, like no time had passed. I could blame her for ending us, but in the end, I agreed with her decision. “How about you, Echo? Did you find your answers?” “No.” If I continued to disregard breakup rules, I might as well go all the way. I pushed her curls behind her shoulder and let my fingers linger longer than needed so I could enjoy the silky feel. “Don’t hide from me, baby. We’ve been through too much for that.” Echo leaned into me, placing her head on my shoulder and letting me wrap an arm around her. “I’ve missed you, too, Noah. I’m tired of ignoring you.” “Then don’t.” Ignoring her hurt like hell. Acknowledging her had to be better. I swallowed, trying to shut out the bittersweet memories of our last night together. “Where’ve you been? It kills me when you’re not at school.” “I went to an art gallery and the curator showed some interest in my work and sold my first piece two days later. Since then, I’ve been traveling around to different galleries, hawking my wares.” “That’s awesome, Echo. Sounds like you’re fitting into your future perfectly. Where did you decide to go to school?” “I don’t know if I’m going to school.” Shock jolted my system and I inched away to make sure I understood. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? You’ve got colleges falling all over you and you don’t fucking know if you want to go to school?” My damned little siren laughed at me. “I see your language has improved.” Poof—like magic, the anger disappeared. “If you’re not going to school, then what are your plans?” "I’m considering putting college off for a year or two and traveling cross-country, hopping from gallery to gallery.” “I feel like a dick. We made a deal and I left you hanging. I’m not that guy who goes back on his word. What can I do to help you get to the truth?” Echo’s chest rose with her breath then deflated when she exhaled. Sensing our moment ending, I nuzzled her hair, savoring her scent. She patted my knee and broke away. “Nothing. There’s nothing you can do.” "I think it’s time that I move on. As soon as I graduate, this part of my life will be over. I’m okay with not knowing what happened.” Her words sounded pretty, but I knew her better. She’d blinked three times in a row.

We didn’t know how to be horrible to each other. But looking back, not even knowing how to be horrible to each other—that unawareness—was the most horrible part.We had been politely covering each other’s eyes. In the end, I took my hand off his eyes first, and we split up cleanly. That farewell proved there was no love left between us because the last moment of lovers was never supposed to be so clean. We had simply moved from one dot to another.

Dad?" she said. "Do you want some coffee?" he asked. "Are you okay?" She shook her head. No. "There are only so many hours you can sleep in a stranded vehicle." He glanced at the dashboard of her car, then at the untouched receipt--her receipt--sticking out of the machine a few feet away like a white tongue. "There's only so many times you can try to resurrect the dead. You can sit there all you want but you're not going anywhere. And, stuck as you are, you'll be forced to think about it, forced to wake up at some point, forced to depart or die here.

On the night you finally tell him, take him out to dinner. Translate the entrees for him. When you are home, lying in bed together, tell him that you are going to leave. He will look panicked, but not surprised. Perhaps he will say, Look, I don't care who else you're seeing or anything: what is your reason? Do not attempt to bandy words. Tell him you do not love him anymore. It will make him cry, rivulets wending their way into his ears. You will start to feel sick. He will say something like: Well, you lose some, you lose some. You are supposed to laugh. Ex-hale. Blow your nose. Flick off the light. Have a sense of humor, he will whisper into the black. Have a heart. Make him breakfast. He will want to know where you will go. Reply: To the actor. Or: To the hunchbacks. He will not eat your break-fast. He will glare at it, stir it around the plate with a fork, and then hurl it against the wall.

We are so good together when we're not talking about what counts. And my life counts. Blake, my life is so important to me." "I know that." "Do you? Because he's in there having a pint on his own and I don't think you're the slightest bit interested in him. You haven't asked one question about me since I've seen you, not one." He frowned while he thought about it. "That might be ok for someone else. It was ok for me for a while, but not now.

You were the best i ever had Maybe poison isn't that bad

To start living a joyful life after the breakup, you need to allow yourself to grieve, try not to fight your feelings, choose to talk about your feelings, no matter how difficult you feel - constantly remind yourself that moving on from that person is your end goal. It’s important to remind yourself you still have a beautiful future without anyone by your side. From (The Awakening)

I may not seem the ideal person in your eyes, but I was your compass when you needed a direction. I may not be your favourite memory, but one special flashback will always remind you of me. I may no longer fit into your plan, but I am glad I was one of the ideas that helped rewrite your story. I may not be the lamp you need in your foggy days, but the gleam I left in you will shine through the ages. I may not have the courage to tell you it's over between us, but goodbyes are not my strongest words. We may not want to keep in touch again, but I pray our paths lead us to our desired destinations.

Tell me," he demanded as he pushed me further under the water so he could share it with me too. "Tell me what the look was about," he added so I couldn't use confusion as a stalling tactic again. "It's nothing it's just..." I exhaled loud enough to call it a sigh as I shrugged a shoulder. "I'm... happy." "Really?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Happy? That's what all the fuss is about? Pretty sure I wouldn't want you to be miserable around me, sweetheart." "It's not that. It's..." I trailed off, uncomfortable. How do you tell someone that you had only known a couple weeks that being around them gave you a soul-deep kind of contentedness? I was pretty sure there was no way to say that without coming off as clingy or batshit crazy. "I make you happy," he guessed, no inflection in his voice pointing at anything but understanding. "I guess that's how I would put it." "And that'd be a problem because," he prompted, reaching past me for a bar of soap and sudsing it up in his hands. When I didn't say anything, he reached out toward me and started soaping up my shoulders, breasts, belly. "Look Maddy, that's the point of being with someone, isn't it? To find some kind of happiness there?" "Yeah, it just seems a little, I don't know... soon." "Because of the break-up or just in general?" That was a good question. Maybe both. "Can I ask you something?" he asked at my silence. "Sure." "We've known each other for weeks. Granted, the physical part of this is new, but we've talked about everything from food and TV to books and politics. How can this feel too soon?" He had a point. "I guess you're right," I admitted as his soapy hand moved lower. "Good, now we got that shit out of the way," he said as his fingers slid between my thighs and up, working soapy circles over my clit until my hands had to slap down on his shoulders to stay upright. So then he made sure I was thoroughly clean. And then we went to bed and he made me dirty all over again. I fell asleep thinking he was right; it wasn't too soon. And while it was smart to be prudent, as Brant yanked me onto his chest and fell asleep with his hand in my hair because he had been absentmindedly stroking it when he passed out, I decided to remember that I couldn't let fear make me ration out my feelings. I wasn't going to sabotage something that made me happy.

All those songs I used to pretend to understand, all the angsty, heartbroken songs I had heard all my life, they suddenly made so much more sense. "Well, then she probably needs a giant coffee, a huge box of your creations, and some time to nurse her feelings in private, don't you think?" Brantley Dane, local hero, saves girl from sure death brought on by sheer mortification. That'd be his headline. "Come on, sweetheart," he said, moving behind me, casually touching my hip in the process, and going behind counter. "What's your poison? Judging by the situation, I am thinking something cold, mocha or caramel filled and absolutely towering with full fat whipped cream." That was exactly what I wanted. But, broken heart aside, I knew I couldn't let myself drown in sweets. Gaining twenty pounds wasn't going to help anything. There was absolutely no enthusiasm in my voice when I said, "Ah, actually, can I have a large black coffee with one sugar please?" "Not that I'm not turned on as all fuck by a woman who appreciates black coffee," he started, making me jerk back suddenly at the bluntness of that comment and the dose of profanity I wasn't accustomed to hearing in my sleepy hometown. "But if you're only one day into a break-up, you're allowed to have some full fat chocolate concoction to indulge a bit. I promise from here on out I won't make you anything even half as food-gasm-ing as this." He leaned across the counter, getting close enough that I could see golden flecks in his warm brown eyes. "Honey, not even if you beg," he added and, if I wasn't mistaken, there was absolutely some kind of sexually-charged edge to his words. "Say yes," he added, lips tipping up at one corner. "Alright, yes," I agreed, knowing I would love every last drop of whatever he made me and likely punish myself with an extra long run for it too. "Good girl," he said as he turned away. And there was not, was absolutely not some weird fluttering feeling in my belly at that. Nope. That would be completely insane. "Okay, I got you one of everything!" my mother said, coming up beside me and pressing the box into my hands. She even tied it with her signature (and expensive, something I had tried to talk her out of many times over the years when she was struggling financially) satin bow. I smiled at her, knowing that sometimes, there was nothing liked baked goods from your mother after a hard day. I was just lucky enough to have a mother who was a pastry chef. "Thanks, Mom," I said, the words heavy. I wasn't just thanking her for the sweets, but for letting me come home, for not asking questions, for not making it seem like even the slightest inconvenience. She gave me a smile that said she knew exactly what I meant. "You have nothing to thank me for." She meant that too. Coming from a family that, when they found out she was knocked up as a teen, had kicked her out and disowned her, she made it clear all my life that she was always there, no matter what I did with my life, no matter how high I soared, or how low I crashed. Her arms, her heart, and her door were always open for me. "Alright. A large mocha frappe with full fat milk, full fat whipped cream, and both a mocha and caramel drizzle. It's practically dessert masked as coffee," Brantley said, making my attention snap to where he was pushing what was an obnoxiously large frappe with whipped cream that was towering out of the dome that the pink and sage straw stuck out of. "Don't even think about it, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head as I reached for my wallet. "Thank you," I smiled, and found that it was a genuine one as I reached for it and, in a move that was maybe not brilliant on my part, took a sip. And proceeded to let out an almost porn-star worthy groan of pure, delicious pleasure. Judging by the way Brant's smile went a little wicked, his thoughts ran along the same lines as well.

I will never return home to Elham. I can’t. To see her would crush me. I need to let her go now. And I need to move on. I’ve come to realise that she was right. We were two completely different people, and we didn’t belong together. But I will never hold any regrets of what we had. It will always be a time of my life that was perfect. Goodbye sweet Nell.

Months after my first real breakup, I was experiencing the ego thrash that comes with watching an old boyfriend move on. I was lucky she wasn’t a beauty queen. Dissecting her physical flaws was the aspirin that would not heal my wounds, but temporarily eased my pain. For the first time in my life, I managed to behave like a true southern belle. I lifted my lips into a bright smile and warmly greeted my enemy as if she were my new best friend. With all the phony verbal sugar I could muster I said, “Hi! We haven’t met before. My name’s Maggie.

Why did I walk away from something that was perfect?" They ask me all the time. But I didn't. Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road. Stuff I didn't care about, so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

It sucks when they move on before you do. And act as if they’re happy with someone else. Don’t fall for it. It’s all cap. Let them rush & fail. You take your time. You heal, grow, and keep winning. Don’t let loneliness force you into a relationship you have no business being in.

Stop looking for sympathy by posting about your breakup or the pain they cause. Move on! Do it for you!

If someone breaks your heart, unburden yourself by seeking inner forgiveness. Then move ahead in life. Remember that each person who comes into your life serves a purpose.

I'm the same person you asked to move in with you. The same person you fell in love with. I'm your little firecracker, Adam." "More like a bomb," he mutters. "You want a bomb? I'll give you a bomb." I grab his water glass from across the counter and throw the water in his face. "Boom, motherfucker!

He loved the way i loved him, only to lose me in the end. Now he cries a bucket of tears when he sees me move on and the love dried up in the air.

If he has called it a "break," it is nothing more than a strategic move on his part. He wants to be free to do as he pleases while still maintaining control over you. This action is a cowardly move to break up with you in the long run. This break allows him to still gain the benefits from you until the time is right for him. So, if he has asked for a break, treat it like a breakup

When there is an increase in your self-respect and a decrease in your lack of interest in him, it puts you back in control. When you suggest, by your actions, that you are indifferent about whether he comes back or not, it functions as a trigger. If your ex doesn't know what you are thinking or what your next move will be, he will respect you and treat you with more consideration.

Gather your strength, woman. And move on.

Baby, i have loved you endlessly. I have loved your past traumas and your good and bad days. I took your pain like mine, and with every touch, i tried to heal you and pour in all the love i had to draw rainbows in your sky. All i wanted was your love in return, but you were as cold as the snow, and you painted my sky red and blue. I tried to move on fixing the hue and hoping you are happy and remember my love and treat the new person in a better way. That's how i will feel i left a mark on you, and as a human, you have moved on to a better path and progressed.

What kind of people get involved in your life, like push in, dive headlong with a major splash and drench you too, leaving ripples all around forever? And then one find day, decide to cut all ties, go mum, block you, dust you off without closure and move on with their existence.

There’s no doubt about it, breakups suck. But in the first few hours or days or weeks that follow, there’s one important truth you need to recognize – some things can’t and shouldn’t be fixed, especially that person who dumped you or forced you to dump him/her. It’s over for a reason and deep down inside you probably know what that reason is. A lot of the pain you’re experiencing right now is actually fear; fear of things being different than how you liked them, fear of never finding love again, fear of being alone, fear of having to fill your time differently. We’re all afraid of the unknown. Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than you love yourself.

Listen, clinging to people who causes you pain won't heal the scares on your heart, but worsen it.

It was like growing out of your favorite sweater. It fits you perfectly at first, but then you wash it a million times, and it shrinks. And then you grow, too, and suddenly it isn't so perfect anymore. It's at the back of the dresser drawer, completely forgotten until it was time for a yard sale and someone would buy your sweater and wear it as their own. We were two forgotten sweaters destined for new people.

I remember a time in my life when my need to be loved was more important than my self-respect. Never again.

Wasted time is worse than wasted love.

If you're telling people we don't talk anymore, you can go ahead and tell them why.

Whoever she loves, it won't be me. And that's really been f*cking with me.

You're more of a stranger now than before we met.

Stop holding on to the people who have let you go.

If you really loved me like you said, you would have been a better person to me.

Taking the Right Decision in any situation only requires TWO major ingredients: Critical Thinking and Grace. Critical Thinking is like 'Works' and Grace is like 'Faith'. So if "Faith without Works is dead," then same, I believe, goes for Works without Faith. Like the two sides of a coin, one without the other just won't make any sense. And if the coin ever has a third side, it will never be 'Emotions' or 'Sentiments' because they both have zero IQ.