Quotes Tagged "divorce"

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Losing a mate to death is devastating but it's not a personal attack like divorce. When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it's an insult beyond comparison.

When you think this pain is all you deserve, you are right. You are the only one that can decide how long you will walk in hell.

She still cared for me, and the best way I could make amends to her was to be happy. I do have a knack for finding great women.

What is it that makes you cry? It is only your attachments. What is it that you miss when it is lost? It is the object of your attachment. Ponder over this. Find out what it is that grips your very life, without which you feel miserable and destitute; that is the center of your attachment. Here is what you should do: make an effort to find out what things it would hurt you to lose. Then, before they are lost, open your hands little by little, relax your grip on them. This is the method for conquering attachment. There is bound to be pain, but you must bear it; this is your penance. It is not necessary to renounce anything. It is not that you should leave your wife and run away to the Himalayas. Remain there, where you are, but gradually stop depending on her. There is no need to cause any pain; your wife need not even know it. There is no need to tell her. Seek out the attachments. Try gradually to live without the things that you now think you cannot live without. Create such a state within yourself that if and when these things are lost, there is not the slightest tremor within you. Then you will have attained victory over these attachments. This can be possible. It has been possible. And if it has happened to even one, it can happen to all.

A Plan B life can be just as good or better than a Plan A life. You just have to let go of that first dream and realize that God has already written the first chapter of the new life that awaits you. All you have to do is start reading!

What cracks had he left in their hearts? Did they love less now and settle for less in return, as they held onto parts of themselves they did not want to give and lose again? Or - and he wished this - did they love more fully because they had survived pain, so no longer feared it?

The man who leaves you is simply clearing the way for the one you deserve.

Marry hope, divorce tension!

The difficult we do now. The impossible takes a little longer.

It is a pity he did not write in pencil. As you have no doubt frequently observed, the impression usually goes through -- a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage.

To Lovers out there…. Please note that, People don’t move on from a break up or divorce. When they see the person whom they broke up with, being happy, doing well in life and living their best life. Being favored and love by everyone. They only move on, if you turn up to be nobody.You are miserable, suffering and sad

To lovers out there… Stop doing match making for people. When people look perfect for each other. That doesn't mean they deserve each other. Some people may look good and presentable. Speak well and seem like they have it all together, to find out that they are bad people.

Every relationship that has hit a crossroads has asked, “What is it that you want from me?

You can always tell how successful a man is when his divorced wife still bears his name. ~ Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

We may have suffered a lot because of our attachment to those things, but we don’t have the courage to release them; it doesn’t feel safe to do so. But it may be that we continue to suffer because of our attachment to those things. It may be a person, a material object, or a position in society, anything. We think that without that person or thing we will not be safe, and that is why we’re caught by it.

What we wait around a lifetime for with one person, we can find in a moment with someone else.

But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete.

I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.