Rainbow Rowell Quotes

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

I've had no contact with my daughter for years. That's her choice. Anyway, you move on. If people don't want to bother with me, fine. You know, God bless them, and move on.

I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

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?

You have to stop loving me. Because I stopped loving you.

And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn't my fault.

Maybe some things are better left broken and scattered Veiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubt I should have known better Than to start something that I couldn't finish That I couldn't care about That I couldn't remember starting in the first place I don't want to know you You went years without me You might as well keep going.

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

‎Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

He was addicted to me and now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity.

How do you resign yourself to something that will never be? You stop wanting just that thing. You go numb. Or you kill the agent of desire.

Took your car, drove to Texas. Sorry honey, but I suspected, you and I can't cry anymore.

I don't want to live the rest of my life thinking about you and dreaming of what might have been. Stay with me, Allie.

I think that you never fall out of love with somebody, you just let go and move on.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It's a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

For me, the dilemma is I love Bristol, but you can only do that for so long and not get it back. It's been something that's been hard for me to accept. It breaks my heart.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.