Quotes by Emma Forrest

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But its here. Look around.

There is a blessing in losing the one we love. Its the blessing of self-transformation. You dont have to who you were anymore. Youve struggled. And now you can change. It doesnt mean that bits of that person wont cling to you, they will throughout your life, but they are now subsumed into something greater. That person has given you, in fact, the most important blessing, which is they gave you the blessing of transforming your soul into something better, something more beautiful.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course its nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesnt. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

I say, Well then I dont know if it was real, and that makes me feel like Im going insane again.Absolutely it was real. It was a real, partial picture. Because it ended preemptively, things you would have learned about him in the relationship, you are instead learning in the breakup. You have learned that he has a desperate desire for intimacy and then a desperate desire for the cave. He will get lonely there eventually and come back.To me?He doesnt pause. To someone new.And Ill have to watch another girl?You will have to, but you will also know what lies ahead for that poor girl.

Now that hes gone, I feel like Im a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much as I believed in him. The shame is overwhelming.

People dont know. We dont know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers whove left us is because we knew them so well.

Its only a heartache. It isnt a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins in hell. Am I allowed to feel pain at a breakup? When there is so much other shit going on in this world? Love is extremely serious. I dont think this is trivial.

Its like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isnt there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos. This isnt the person we knew. I dont recognize this person. Hes shed his skin. Her heart is broken too. She has to say the thing that will give me back my life. She draws on every reserve. I see how much it hurts her and it hurts me too. I came from her joy and her pain, I lived in it and I live in it now.

You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. Life is futile, says my new therapist, Michaela, and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love.

I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These men were good and kind to me, they loved me and I loved them back and the shock at the finish holds no wisdom. The revelation is not that I lost them, but that I had them.

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

You may right now be nursing a broken heart. Friends will say, Arent you glad you had the experience anyway? And you may say No. Eventually, unbelievably, you may not remember the boy that triggered it all. Youll recall all the places you visited, but not how you got there. Youll remember the songs that you listened to.

Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you will have the courage to raise your voice to the heavens, knowing that you may never get an answer.

You could be together forever, but one of you is going to have to go first. I want it to last. I love him and I want it to stay.

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, If I kiss you, its all over. And then he does. And then it is.