Richelle Mead Quotes

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

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.

When you lose a lover it's like getting a bad haircut. It grows back in time.

I know you loved her, but it's okay to let it go now. You know that, don't you? You've got to be able to let it go.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

Problem is, you can’t accept that his relationship had a real short shelf life. You’re like a dog at the dump, baby – you’re just lickin’ at the empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So drop it.” “But I love him.” “So love him.” “But I miss him.” “So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-" "The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl." He sounds bitter and sad. "If the world will not forgive me," I say softly, "I shall have to learn to forgive myself." He nods in understanding. "And how will you marry? Or do you intend to marry?" I think of Kartik, and tears threaten. "I shall meet someone one day, as Mother found you.

Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.

No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.

Forgiveness is first for you, the forgiver...to release you from something that will eat you alive; that will destroy your joy and your ability to love fully and openly. Do you think this man cares about the pain and torment you have gone through? If anything, he feeds on that knowledge. Don't you want to cut that off? And in doing so, you'll release him from a burden that he carries whether he knows it or not--acknowledges it or not.

Letting go of someone we love is the hardest thing we will ever do. Some people never surrender to love for the fear of being hurt. But to not have loved, to not have felt the immense joy it brings, would have been a far worse kind of death.

In love, you pay as you leave.

Everything I loved became everything I've lost.

Regrets came up and asked me if I’d like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldn’t leave this relationship empty handed.

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

We postpone the finality of heartbreak by clinging to hope. Though this might be acceptable during early or transitional stages of grief, ultimately it is no way to live. We need both hands free to embrace life and accept love, and that's impossible if one hand has a death grip on the past.

I think that you never fall out of love with somebody, you just let go and move on.

Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?

I have some girls who I look back on and I think, 'Wow, they were really horrible to me.' I would love an apology from a few girls, but whatever. I'm not holding any grudges. I'm over it.

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

People like music when they're in love, but they don't need it as much. You need music when you're missing someone or you're pining for someone or you're forgetting someone or you're trying to process what just happened.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.