Lisa Kleypas Quotes

Our love is strong. Why carry on without me?

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.

Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.

No one teaches you how to do this. How do you let go of someone who you love so much?

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

We decided that sooner or later you had to learn to live without almost everybody, at least for a while. Even people you didn't think you could live without." p 167 love always found itself again.

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.

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.

Be brave enough to break your own heart.

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

Your heart can break at any age.

...But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones, I wouldn't want to. - Cat from This Side of the Grave

This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, hours, days the calendar compounds as if the past existed somewhere like an inheritance still waiting to be claimed.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

That was essential to my journey: the ability to love children while simultaneously having your heart broken.

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

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.