Bittersweet Endings Quotes

“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.”
― Paul Monette, Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir

“George: Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Martha: I am, George. I am.”
― Edward Albee, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slant of yellow light.”
― Paul Monette, Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir

“We quenched the bulging flame, amongst
the ashes embers of fire remain”
― Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives

“How does it feel, you ask? It is comfortable. It is home. I am lucky. I am grateful”
― Shelby Van Pelt, Remarkably Bright Creatures

“I wore you on me at all times
Like I now carry my pen.
Unlike your own opinion my
Belongings must have a function.
You bled through the ink of my lines and
To be my subject nursed your thirst.

Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot
—I do not deal in tender verse.”
― Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives

“Let dry my tears, let me gaze into the truly everlasting gleam in your eyes, knowing that what we hold dear in our hearts will forever illuminate our parting journey from now forward. Each drop that falls bears witness to the bittersweet ache of farewell, as we bid adieu to the warmth of shared moments and the comfort of familiar embraces. Yet, amidst the sorrow, there lies a glimmer of solace in the knowledge that the love we've nurtured will transcend the boundaries of time and distance. As we embark on separate paths, may the radiance of cherished memories serve as guiding stars, lighting our way through the darkness of separation. Though tears may blur our vision momentarily, let them not obscure the beauty of the connection we've forged, nor dampen the flicker of hope that dances in our souls. For even in the midst of goodbyes, our love remains an unwavering beacon, casting its luminous glow upon the road ahead.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“Have I ever seen a star breaking from the sky? Or is it you falling from eye?”
― Wrushank Sorte

“For that short space of time, she forgot she was sad and a little afraid. She let herself forget that after tonight, she might never see him again and that if she did, whatever it was between them would no longer exist.

When he deepened the kiss and his weight pressed her against the ground, she forgot everything, losing herself in a wave of sensation that carried no threat, inspired no fear, and belonged to no one but her.”
― Elle Todd, The Vanguard

“Why do people do evil things?
Messenger's answer stunned me, "Why did you?”
― Michael Grant

“And then there's Ireneo. I know I'll probably never see him again, but I'm not sad. The mark he left on me, the way he passed through me, that cannot be erased. Maybe this is what "love is forever" means: it's not timeless, but it leaves a mark so deep that it accompanies us all our life.”
― Assia Petricelli, Per sempre

“Yes, I Know,” said the ghost of the golem. “It Is Perfect. I Am Free.”
― Terry Pratchett

“Who would have thought that freedom has the shape and weight of the chains?”
― Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Pomračenje

“We sleep in spooned positions for most of the night, comforting each other, holding on, not desperately, but with the certainty that we are over, recognizing that our love for each other isn't enough. We wake and something I'd forgotten stirred in me. I reach for him. Kiss him and let him kiss me back. Exploring each other with a recognition I know will comfort me later. And then he's inside me and I remember who we are. There is still love and I can dance this liquid dance and let it move me. He stops, pulls himself away from me, taking my breath with him. He lies there and I feel his tears on my flesh. His tears. All this time together and I had no idea he could cry.”
― Ellen Marie Francisco, Catastrophic Expectations: Sex, Love, and the Pursuit of Marriage

“The sun. It's never felt this way before. So nearby. So alive. So warm.”
― Ellen ES Ceely, Child of Shadows

“Dear moon, ⁠
Blood moon. Scorpion moon. Moon with a potent sting. Moon of riotous bloom. Moon of the letting go. Of the going, going, going, gone. Moon of the bittersweet. Of melancholia. Of inevitability. Moon of open palms and whatever comes after the grasping is done. Moon that holds the keys to invisible doors. Moon of my own undoing. ⁠
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Unfolding moon. Don’t come back moon. Welcome home moon. Moon of liminality and borderlands. Moon of cutting cords. Of loosening my own grip. Of admitting when the doing is done. Of days of honey and days of onion. Moon rising over picnic blankets in the park, and gasping tears in the shower, and the taste of copper and salt.⁠
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Hello, moon of what the hell now and here you are, as if you never left. Recentering moon. Moon of plaintive howl and puzzle piece heart. Moon of the space that comes when the bargaining has ended and the terms are set. Moon of never again what we were. Moon who knows what we might become but will not say. ⁠
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Moon of I need to go now and moon of the I’m not going anywhere. Moon of paradox and the space where the weapons are laid down and the hurting is done and also just beginning. Moon who won’t say what she knows. Moon of music with no lyrics and the words waiting for their melody. Of broken hope and shattered heart. ⁠
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Moon of come cuddle me, please. Of the hard fall and the soft forgiveness. Moon of severed threads. Moon of it has come to this. After all of what has been, it has come to this. ⁠
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Dear moon, hear my prayer. ⁠
Dear moon, hold me now. ⁠
Dear moon, this meant everything. ⁠
Dear moon, don’t forget what we were. ⁠
Dear moon, remember me. ⁠
Dear moon, don't let me forget myself.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc