J. P. Donleavy Quotes

They say that time heals a broken heart, but time has stood still since we've been apart.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Everything I loved became everything I've lost.

You cry tears when a man leaves you at any age - it doesn't matter whether you are 20 or 60.

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

I've lost the one girl I found.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.

I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

This is not what anyone wants to hear, just like somebody who wants to lose weight doesn't want to hear 'diet and exercise,' but I think giving yourself time and abstaining from interaction is the only way to get over somebody.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side I guess it's going to break me down, Like fallin when you try to fly, Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live