Merle Shain Quotes

A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.

The divorce was the toughest thing in my life. It still hurts.

My thinking was scrambled when Sullivan and I separated. Something happened to me that had never happend before. I couldn't cope. It was heartbreak time. I thought it was the end of the world.

Breakups are still uncomfortable, period, and especially when you really are in love with somebody. They are not the easiest things to deal with, and once you break up, you're trying to get used to not being with that person.

I went through my first big breakup, with a boyfriend who I had been with for more than two years. He had been one of my dancers, and it was my first love and his.

Divorce is probably as painful as death.

Broken relationships are a source of heavy heartbreak that seem to affect every family.

After I lost my fiance, it seemed like it would be better to always be alone than to risk being hurt again.

At a certain point in my personal life, I went through a divorce and lost some people close to me.

Losing Jane was tragic and I thought I'd never get married again, or have more children, or would even ever want to.

The idea of losing your best friend, basically, is the worst thing in world.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

A break-up between couples is traumatic for everyone.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

Right after I graduated, my girlfriend, who I had been going out with for five years, dumped me, and my grandmother died.

What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

Why is the measure of love loss?

I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.

My heart broke all over again. I wanted my life back, my mama, but I knew I would never have that. The child I had been was gone with the child she had been. We were new people, and we didn't know each other anymore. I shook my head desperately.

You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive.

One of the suckiest and most frustrating facts of life is that sometimes relationship just end, often without reason. I truly believe that sometimes both men and women simply run out of love, even when there was a lot of it in the beginning

Your life is built on when love dies.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.