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  • #1
    Pablo Neruda
    “Well, now
    If little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you
    Little by little
    If suddenly you forget me
    Do not look for me
    For I shall already have forgotten you

    If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
    And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
    Remember
    That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
    And my roots will set off to seek another land”
    Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

  • #2
    Lisa Schroeder
    “Was it hard?" I ask.
    Letting go?"

    Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.”
    Lisa Schroeder

  • #3
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #4
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #5
    Deborah Cox
    “So I placed my heart under lock and key
    To take some time, and take care of me
    But I turn around and you're standing here”
    Deborah Cox

  • #6
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Time Does Not Bring Relief

    Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
    Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
    I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
    The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
    And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
    But last year’s bitter loving must remain
    Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
    There are a hundred places where I fear
    To go,—so with his memory they brim.
    And entering with relief some quiet place
    Where never fell his foot or shone his face
    I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
    And so stand stricken, so remembering him.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

  • #7
    “Thought I couldn't live without you
    It's gonna hurt when it heals too
    Even though I really love you
    I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to
    Quickly I'm learning to love again
    All I know is I'mma be ok”
    Leona Lewis

  • #8
    Ani DiFranco
    “You broke me bodily.
    The heart ain't the half of it,
    And I'll never learn to laugh at it
    In my good natured way.
    In fact, I'm laughing less in general,
    But I learned a lot at my own funeral.
    And I knew you'd be the death of me,
    So I guess that's the price I pay.”
    Ani DiFranco

  • #9
    Kim Sowol
    “When you leave,
    weary of me,
    without a word I shall gently let you go.”
    Kim Sowol

  • #10
    W.B. Yeats
    “Never give all the heart, for love
    Will hardly seem worth thinking of
    To passionate women if it seem
    Certain, and they never dream
    That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
    For everything that's lovely is
    But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
    O Never give the heart outright,
    For they, for all smooth lips can say,
    Have given their hearts up to the play.
    And who could play it well enough
    If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
    He that made this knows all the cost,
    For he gave all his heart and lost.”
    W. B. Yeats, In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age

  • #11
    Charlotte Brontë
    “You are going, Jane?"

    "I am going, sir."

    "You are leaving me?"

    "Yes."

    "You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?"

    What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard was it to reiterate firmly, "I am going!"

    "Jane!"

    "Mr. Rochester."

    "Withdraw then, I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish. Go up to your own room, think over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings; think of me."

    He turned away, he threw himself on his face on the sofa. "Oh, Jane! my hope, my love, my life!" broke in anguish from his lips. Then came a deep, strong sob.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre



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