Veronica Roth Quotes

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

You can’t keep her.” I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

Our suffering is caused by holding on to how things might have been, should have been, could have been.

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

Tell me why you're so hard to forget. Don't remind me, I'm not over it. Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth, I'm just a little too not over you.

Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

No one goes straight to happiness after a breakup.

To be honest, I think I'd become a bit selfish with memories of my father. I wanted to hug them close to me.

You go through all the emotions when you're told to move on.

It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard.

I've become impossible, holding on to when everything seemed to matter more.

Your trying to take them away from me, and I can't let you do that.I'm not ready to let go." "Exactly what am I taking away?" "My family." "Brenna..." She wouldn't let him continue. "You are trying to take them away, aren't you? And if you succeed, what will I have left?" "Me.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.

For a while, Mirabelle believes there will be a moment when he will cave in and let himself love her, but eventually she lets the idea go. She hits bottom. She dwells in the muck for several months, not depressed exactly, but involved in a mourning that at first she thinks is for Ray but soon realizes is for the loss of her old self.

Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

The thoughts of letting go of everything I love overwhelms like a tsunami of sorrow.

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

I'm bad at letting go of things.

We've accumulated a lot of things over the years and many things from our grandmother. Hopefully it'll be all right. I really don't want to cry, but I can't help it.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.