Broken Bonds Quotes

Everybody knows that love goes away.

My dad died 11 years ago, I don't see much of my brothers, and I rarely speak to my mum. I don't hold a grudge, but being separated in those early years clearly had an impact. Our relationship didn't develop as it ought to.

I have an uncle I no longer talk to because of a joke I made about my grandmother, who is his mother. He's an 80-year-old man upset about a woman who died 15 years ago.

Bestfriends become strangers. That's how it is.

My parents are divorced, and seeing that was really painful for me. Really painful for me. But that's also a big part of why I'm intrigued by the dynamics between people - because I was close to something that fell apart.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

Relationships never break cleanly. Like a valuable vase, they are smashed and then glued back together, smashed and glued, smashed and glued until the pieces just don't fit together anymore.

Within the family unit, you have people you grew up with who are supposed to be your brother, father, or your mother who are almost like strangers and acquaintances.

I don't have anything against my mom, but my family has no emotional connection to each other.

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.

My father and I are friends and my mother and I don't speak. It's a bummer. I miss her.

The people you are supposed to be able to trust the most is your family, and when that trust is broken, it's painful.

I've lost some friends. A lot of the girls.

The severing of an established connection is exponentially more painful than the rejection of an attempted connection.

I am a divorced child, of divided, uncertain background. Within this division I - supposed fruit of their love - no longer exist. It happened nearly forty years ago, yet to me, nothing is sadder than my parents' divorce.

A person could look at me through ninety-five per cent of my experience and know that I had no shot. Because I was so unreliable. The only thing you could rely on me for was to betray you.

Just like people date and break up, friends break up, too. 'Best friends forever' rarely ever happens; it's just that no one talks about it.

In writing 'Another Brooklyn,' I had to imagine what happens when friendships dissolve.

Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.

Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.