Brandi Glanville Quotes

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

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.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

I just need some time to get over all those years of having liked him

You asked why I couldn't forgive you," Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. "It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn't want to be. That's hard to let go.

Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.

Lost love is still love.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.

Tell me why you're so hard to forget. Don't remind me, I'm not over it. Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth, I'm just a little too not over you.

I have a hard time getting over an ex. Getting over an ex is just hard, period.

I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you're walking down the street. Something occurs to you, 'Oh, no, I said that.'

It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?

Any time you end a relationship, and everyone has ended plenty in their life, it's always a tough thing and hard to get over.

You cry tears when a man leaves you at any age - it doesn't matter whether you are 20 or 60.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

When you split up with someone, someone that you're seriously in love with, it takes a lot of time before you even realise that you're upset. You know? It just hits you.

Once you get it in your head you're finished with something, to go back, it hurts.

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.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

It's easy to get buried in the past when you try to make a good thing last.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.