Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

That's how it is with relationships, it's a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as Simon shut the door. Doesn't make it any easier though.

There is always some regret when we accept that love has moved away from us

I'll be excited when I get my heart broken properly for the first time. I'll be like, 'Thank God I've experienced something. Someone wanted to kiss me.' That's when it's going to be interesting: When you break up, they're taking a piece with them.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

I've lost the one girl I found.

There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.

How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn't he catch my falling star? I wish I didn't wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.

I was born when I met you, now I'm dying to forget you

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

Gods forbid if she ever broke up with him. She'd never be able to visit the sea again without remembering her broken heart. Annabeth about Percy

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

I'll probably continue to write about heartbreak forever. That stuff doesn't go away as you get older.

It's not fun to watch someone that you used to love kind of go down.

The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.

Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words?

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.

There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.

There's nothing deader than a dead love.

If we had known our love would come to this we could have saved our hearts the hurt of wasted years.

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