Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the letters as well, but there is not time.

— Suzanne Finnamore

Some people will only love you as much as they can use you. Their loyalty ends where the benefits stop.

— honeya

I think: I would like to take N back to a story right now, like a rake. I would say, 'Oh, this rake is uneven. Do you have any where the tines go straight across?' I would like to do a straight exchange. But there are things that cannot be returned. Errant husbands are one of them. Wives are not. Wives can be exchanged; I have always known this.

— Suzanne Finnamore

We live in a world with an ever-growing population. Personal space these days is at a premium. Physically, we are practically tripping over our fellow man. Mentally and spiritually, the divide among us seems to widen.

— Carlos Wallace

Words drop from my lips spiraling downward; they land scattered on your ears. I spoke them green and golden, but you turned them shriveled brown.

— Patricia Robin Woodruff

It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.

— Suzanne Finnamore

The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.

— Suzanne Finnamore

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, asthe mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

— Kahlil Gibran

People told me not to get married; I didn´t listen. No one ever listens, it seems to me now. Perhaps people should stop trying to communicate. N was not a communicator; early on, I´d insisted on communication. Now I see his point acutely. I would love to have him back to not communicate with me. I would never ask for communication again, I would simply go elsewhere for the deep fish. Also, I´m not at all sure I want to hear what he has to say in this new vista. This works out well.

— Suzanne Finnamore

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

— Suzanne Finnamore