Breaking Up Quotes Novels & Stories

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

I questioned. “I wanted to see you.” “You sure?” I’d like to say I was teasing him, but I couldn’t force my tone to not be serious. His eyebrows bunched together at my question. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I don’t know. You tell me.” Dmitry shouted to Maci from across the room. “Hey Maci…Danica’s going on break.” “Hey! I’m working here.” “I know. And now you are on break.” I sighed and crossed my arms. Not wanting to put up a fight, I walked from behind the counter and joined him at a corner table.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

CRACK. The sound of shattering stone split the air. The moonstone hit the stone steps. A spiderweb of cracks fractured the gem's surface before it shattered into a thousand pieces. The sacred symbol of generations of Lunas, destroyed right before my eyes. "No!" Seraphina fell to her knees, staring at the fragments with red-rimmed eyes. "I didn't mean to! I really didn't mean to!" "It's all Evelyn's fault!" a girl named Ellie immediately accused. "Sera was trying to give it back to you! Why didn't you catch it properly?"

“Let me finish Zach… so yeah I know I ruined everyone's mood yesterday and I'm sorry about that I just couldn't help it” “Girll it's fine I mean what are friends for” Mira nudged her playfully, they all gave out a hearty laughter. “So ermmm I don't know what this is called but I think I unlocked a new ability”. “You what?” “Zach can you stop freaking out when she says anything you act…” “Mira don't get me started”. Ava clutched her forehead in frustration “you guys come on am trying to say something here”. “Wheeww fine we are sorry what's it”.

Like Grandma Jocelyne, Judith knew what she wanted in life, but this dreadful August 15th had given a nasty surprise. The day before, kisses, words, and gestures of tenderness had been exchanged profusely. This breakup had happened as quickly as the others. She had counted them in a notebook. Thirteen. Just as unpleasant as a day in a heatwave without a single drop of saving water. Brutally victim each time, she flooded the couches of the shrinks with tears and made her bank account go through awful states.

"Are you serious right now? After everything—the team meeting, Coach's ultimatum, Ethan's rage—you think you should have handled Jules differently?" "I think I shouldn't have lied to her face and called what we had a mistake." "It was a mistake, Cross. You broke the bro code, destroyed team chemistry, nearly lost your scholarship. That's the definition of a mistake." "It didn't feel like a mistake when I was with her." "Jesus." Tyler runs his hand through his hair. "You're still hung up on her. After everything she's cost you."

Am a 29 old divorcée with little dating experience, no kids, the thought of loving someone else scares me to death, life without Zach is meaningless. Mom whispered several words of consolation to me as she slowly led me to my room.

Opening the app, I was greeted by a lovely quote from Lucille. I may have lost someone who didn't love me but you lost someone who truly loved you. I could barely find the words to describe my shock. Lucille was clearly talking about the breakup. Our breakup! All while antagonizing the heck out of me. I wasn't one to comment but her pretentious quote made my fingers itch. Upon clicking the comment icon, I was greeted by floods of heart emojis and pity notes from strangers. They all directed love to Lucille with many calling the jerk–who so happened to be me– an evil monster who didn't know what he lost. One comment did catch my eye.

I knew him too well. “I know, Chris. Listen,” I pleaded, sensing he wanted to end the call. “We broke up! We are done! Okay?” My phone beeped harshly against my ear: Chris had just ended the call with me. “Wow!” I nodded. “That’s nice,” I said to myself, placing my phone on the desk in front of me.