Painful Separation Quotes

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

My heart is broken by the terrible loss I have sustained in my old friends and companions and my poor soldiers. Believe me, nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.

By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.

Ah, love. A dreadful bond! And yet, so easily severed.

It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

The End of the Affair is almost like a play.

I thought that would go without saying, that if a mother gives up her children, it's very painful.

Suddenly it was gone. I'd lost more than my voice and my career. I'd lost my best friend.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy, the cold comfort of the in-between, a little less than a human being.

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

We could go back to the time when we first met: a man in emotional tatters over someone who had left him, and a woman madly in love with her neighbor. I could repeat what I said to you once: 'I'm going to fight to the bitter end.' Well, I fought and I lost, and now I'll just have to lick my wounds and leave.

There can be no summary and dramatic end to a marriage - only a slow and painful unravelling of a tangled skein of threads too stubborn to be broken.

The whole "misery loves company" thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.

Divorce was emotionally traumatic for me. It was the death of a dream. I was in fairytale land, and the reality of it wasn't so. But I don't really like talking about it anymore, because it feels like a thousand lifetimes ago, and also it makes me look desperate, like I need it for attention.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

The end of a marriage has got to be one of the saddest events one can experience. I’ve heard that the pain [of divorce] is second only to an actual death in the family, and that sounds about right.

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.

Anybody that's been through a divorce, and I hope it's something people never have to experience, it's the worse thing in the world.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

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

"You know, I've wondered if it's more painful to lose someone you love to death or to lose someone you love because she no longer loves you back." "I don't know," I said. "On the surface, it seems an easy question. It should be so much easier to lose someone who doesn't love you, because why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want you? But rejection's not an east road. A part of you always wonders what makes you so unlovable."