Why We Broke Up Love Quotes

I loved you and now here's back your stuff, out of my life like you belong, is the simile. (2.2)

The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up. (4.64)

Ed, it was everything, those nights on the phone, everything we said until late became later and then later and very late and finally to go to bed with my ear warm and worn and red from holding the phone close close close so as not to miss a word of what it was, because who cared how tired I was in the humdrum slave drive of our days without each other. I'd ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did. (11.105)

I stood in the doorway watching you sleep. I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over and go back to sleep or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway." (20.39)

Al looked around the room. The music waited. "I guess I think, Min, that when I think about sex, you know, I want it to feel good. Not feel good, shut up, but right. Happy, not just banging away somewhere. You know, you should not just do it to do it. You should love the guy."

"I do," I said quietly, "love the guy." (22.123-22.124)

"Let's stay together, I want to be with you. Let's. Yes?"

"Yes."

"Because I don't care, virginity, different, arty, weird parties with bad cake, that igloo. Just together Min."

"Yes."

"Like everyone is telling us not to be."

"Yes!"

"Because, Min, listen, I love you." (22.228-22.234)

"I don't mean that," you said. "I mean, I love you."

Every time you said it, you really said it. It wasn't like a sequel where Hollywood just lines up the same actors and hopes it works again. It was like a remake, with a new director and crew trying something else and starting from scratch. (23.37-23.38)

And then marching into In the Cups, pushing the double doors wide slamming open, to proclaim that in penance for mistreating your true love, Min Green, you would like to buy a large coffee, extra cream, three sugars, for each and every patron of this fine establishment, which was one bewildered old man with the newspaper who already had a coffee. (29.153)

And I stretched up to find your ear and whisper it just as you murmured it to me, like we too had practiced together, like we were a combo apart from the frantic of the world, a dotted line sneaking away from the clutch of the school and pressure, just loose and steady beating together in a place nobody else could ever find.

I love you, of course is what we said. (30.2-30.3)

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would it have mattered?"

I sighed shakily at the end of my rope. I said a thing, made some noise, in order not to say probably.

"Well, I'm telling you now, I guess."

"Now that I'm in love."

"You aren't," Al said, "the only one." (39.51-39.56)