Seperation Quotes
Seperation Quote of the day
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.
Just remember, though you may have an ample set of well-wishers who would pray for you, there would always be an extra set of prayer called out for you in some part of the world.
They ought to do away with divorce settlements. Instead, both parties should flip a coin. The winner gets to stay where he or she is and keep everything. The loser goes to Paraguay. That´s it.
The real genesis is forbidden to me, vis-à-vis N´s inability to confess even the mildest transgressions.
Conversely, I though humiliation would be everything, but it´s such a nothing.
There are 613, 806, 639 men in the world. Statistically, God has got you covered! So, never worry about one person not caring about you. Someone up to the challenge will always take his place.
If your love for another person doesn’t include loving yourself then your love is incomplete.
God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.
How does the moon feel as it sees the ocean lap at your shores? The eternal pain of knowing you are there but forever out of reach...
Why did I always end up loving the person who hurt me the most? Why was love so cruel?
Some people will only love you as much as they can use you. their loyalty ends where the benefits stop.
Some people will only love you as much as they can use you, their loyalty ends where the benefits cease.
Separation isn’t time or distanceit’s the bridge between usfiner than silk thread sharper than swords
We only understand the true love of our lives when we bound ourself within the boundries of right and wrong.
I can't understand why dark northern soldiers and light ones are seperated into different brigades. The dead are all buried together in hasty mass graves, bones touching.
Every long separation is a test: A test to see how powerful or how weak the will of reuniting is!
At the end of a marriage, no one wins. There is only anger, sorrow, guilt, emptiness, and defeat.
At first, I was grateful to be the object of such intense desire. Yet what’s flattering in the first year can be suffocating in the eighth.
She dated me for 3/4 yrs and liked me so much that she married me and disliked me so much that she divorced me after 4 yrs.
I vow that i will never forget this once in a life time love and to know it to be the deepest part of our soul and no matter how far the wave carry us apart we will always find our way to eachother.
Marriage creates one world for your child. For that alone, two old friends can try to see a peaceful world through the eyes of their angels.
I know one thing about men, " Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.
If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.
Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?
I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.
It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.
Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.
A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.
The only constant in our marriage is the edge of the cliff we're hanging on to, killing time until we tire ourselves out and give in to our inevitable collapse.
He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.
Bushwhacked, I examine my hands. Same hands. Rings still there but no longer valid.
I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.
I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man.
I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear.
The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.
I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.
This people know where their husbands are. I would like to vomit. I would like to vomit my soul out.
Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the letters as well, but there is not time.