Past Relationship Quotes

“We've known each other for years."
"In every sense of the word." Tanya gave him a nudge and they shared another laugh.
In every sense of the word... Daisy felt a cold stab of jealousy at their intimate moment. It didn't make sense. Her relationship with Liam wasn't real. But the more time she spent with him, the more the line blurred and she didn't know where she stood.
"Daisy is a senior software engineer for an exciting new start-up that's focused on menstrual products," Liam said. "She's in line for a promotion to product manager. The company couldn't run without her."
Daisy grimaced. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Take the compliment," Tanya said. "Liam doesn't throw many around... At least, he didn't used to."
At least, he didn't used to...
Was the bitch purposely trying to goad her with little reminders about her shared past with Liam? Daisy's teeth gritted together. Well, she got the message. Tanya was a cool, bike-riding, smooth-haired venture capitalist ex who clearly wasn't suffering in any way after her journey. She was probably so tough she didn't need any padding in her seat. Maybe she just sat on a board or the bare steel frame.
Liam ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the dark waves into a sexy tangle. Was he subconsciously grooming himself for Tanya? Or was he just too warm? "What are you riding now?"
"Triumph Street Triple 675. I got rid of the Ninja. Not enough power."
"You like the naked styling?" Liam asked.
Tanya smirked. "Naked is my thing, as you know too well."
Naked is my thing... As you know too well...
Daisy tried to shut off the snarky voice in her head, but something about Tanya set her possessive teeth on edge.
"Do you want to join us inside?" Liam asked. "We're going to have a coffee before we finish the loop."
Say no. Say no. Say no.
"Sounds good." Tanya took a few steps and looked back over her shoulder. "Do you need a hand, Daisy?"
Only to slap you.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Time heals if you let it. Free yourself from the trap of hatred and unforgiveness. There might be some reasons to hold a grudge with your ex but doing so never solve the problem. Let time help you ease the pain. As much as possible, DON’T CHASE AFTER YOUR EX!”
― Lia Xi

“When we first started dating, my talent in the kitchen was a turn-on. The prospect of me in the kitchen, wearing a skimpy apron and holding a whisk in my hand- he thought that was sexy. And, as someone with little insight into how to work her own sex appeal, I pounced on the opportunity to make him want and need me.
I spent four days preparing my first home-cooked meal for him, a dinner of wilted escarole salad with hot bacon dressing, osso bucco with risotto Milanese and gremolata, and a white-chocolate toasted-almond semifreddo for dessert. At the time, I lived with three other people in a Columbia Heights town house, so I told all of my housemates to make themselves scarce that Saturday night. When Adam showed up at my door, as the rich smell of braised veal shanks wafted through the house, I greeted him holding a platter of prosciutto-wrapped figs, wearing nothing but a slinky red apron. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me into the kitchen, slowly untying the apron strings resting on my rounded hips, and moments later we were making love on the tiled kitchen floor. Admittedly, I worried the whole time about when I should start the risotto and whether he'd even want osso bucco once we were finished, but it was the first time I'd seduced someone like that, and it was lovely.
Adam raved about that meal- the rich osso bucco, the zesty gremolata, the sweet-and-salty semifreddo- and that's when I knew cooking was my love language, my way of expressing passion and desire and overcoming all of my insecurities. I learned that I may not be comfortable strutting through a room in a tight-fitting dress, but I can cook one hell of a brisket, and I can do it in the comfort of my own home, wearing an apron and nothing else.
Adam loved my food, and he loved watching me work in the kitchen even more, the way my cheeks would flush from the heat of the stove and my hair would twist into delicate red curls along my hairline. As the weeks went by, I continued to seduce him with pork ragu and roasted chicken, creamed spinach and carrot sformato, cannolis and brownies and chocolate-hazelnut cake.”
― Dana Bate, The Girls' Guide to Love and Supper Clubs

“I do appreciate you saving my toes from being severed." Instead of remorse an icy coolness dripped from her tone, a mockery of what he'd done.
The throbbing in his knee spread all through him like rage. He stepped into her space, the memory of betrayal vibrating through him, and leaned close to her ear. "They were the first toes I sucked." His tone was cruel, but he didn't care. "Letting them get severed under my watch would be callous, wouldn't it?"
She stepped away from him, face flaming, her scent flooding his brain. Her hair still smelled like it always had. As though her essence was wrapped up in it, clean and fiery like freshly bloomed roses. He hated how it reached inside him and dug up memories. But like everything else about her, even her scent had become colder. The fire almost snuffed out, even the vibrancy of roses too restrained to be real.
The full blast of her jet-black glare met his. "Since when is being callous a problem for you?"
It was Rico's turn to stiffen, but he had spent too much time in the spotlight to let it show.
What about chasing her around like a puppy had been callous? Or about begging her not to leave him?
Please, Ash. I'll do whatever you want to make myself worthy of you. Don't leave me.
How had he had so little self-respect?”
― Sonali Dev, Recipe for Persuasion

“So you fill me full of pretty words and kiss me like your life depended on it, tell me to meet you, and then just disappear. Vanish from the earth. Without a note, a letter, a phone call---nothing. Just like your mom did to you."
His whole face tightened on that one, and Sidney feared she'd gone too far, but there was no going back now.
"So, what, you were just paying that forward?"
"That's a low blow," he said, his voice gruff.
"Well, that's what you shoveled out to me that night," she said. "And now---" Sidney laughed and raked her hair back. "Now I find out that before you ditched me, you actually watched me in my worst, most vulnerable moment ever. You watched me cry over you before you disappeared." She pointed at him. "You, sir, are a piece of work.”
― Sharla Lovelace, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“I've only ever had one truly serious relationship, and I would rather set him on fire than speak to him ever again.”
― S.T. Abby, The Risk

“You don't even know me anymore," I say.
"Sydney, I know you better than almost anyone. Certainly better than this clown."
"Hey!" Jeremy lunges for Zach again, but I push him back with my arm.
"Well, I would hope someone who dated me for eight freaking years would know me a little better than someone who's dated me for a few months," I say. "But he knows me now---the Sydney who worked in TV news and lost her job and works at the farmers' market and had her heart broken by a guy who cheated on her with some bimbo named Georgina. You don't know that Sydney. You gave up on her a long time ago.”
― Dana Bate, A Second Bite at the Apple

“I stayed with him, Alex. Voluntarily. For a long time…I think I knew, deep down, it wasn’t right. But I stayed anyway. I stayed even though staying hurt. Because I hoped one day…I’d be…enough? That we’d be happy. That I could be what he wanted if I just folded myself small enough.”
― Fae Quin, Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“What did it say about me that my “practice boyfriend” was better at taking care of me than the man I’d thought would be my life partner? How had I never noticed? Scratch that—of course I had. I just…I suppose I hadn’t thought I deserved better. It was an awful sort of feeling, to come to terms with the fact that Brendon had been a horrible boyfriend when I’d put him on a pedestal for so long.”
― Fae Quin, Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“And yet here I was—falling for his charm when I’d promised myself I was done with this. That I would never let another man control my emotions. That I’d never give someone power over me again. I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t want to stop. Content to ride this train till the end, because for the first time in my life I was discovering what it felt like to be treated well. Which was…infuriating.”
― Fae Quin, Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions