“She remained silent. There was nothing left to say. He’d said it all the night before. He had to end it. He could never leave his wife. And, in fact, she had known this. Although she loved him – and truly she did – he wasn’t hers. He belonged to his wife. She’d earned him. It didn’t matter that he was her first love or that she was his passion. It didn’t matter that they had loved one another for more than half their lives. It didn’t matter that he had married his wife on the rebound. It didn’t matter that he didn’t love the woman. It didn’t even matter that they had turned into some soap-opera cliche. He was married to someone else and that meant that she was leftovers and destined to remain on the periphery in the shadow of another woman’s marriage. But no more. She was well and truly sick of it. ”— Anna McPartlin
“You selfish bitch!”She had known for a long time that putting her needs above those of Adam’s wife and children was indeed selfish. She had no real answer to the accusation thrown at her.”I’m sorry” she said, with her head in her hands.”you’re sorry?” came her adversary’s disbelieving reply.”I am. I’m sorry he married you when he was in love with me. I’m sorry I couldn’t have loved someone else. I’m sorry your marriage is a joke and I’m sorry that I’m alone. I’m sorry for a lot of things – for you, for your kids, for me and for him. I spend most of my time being sorry.”For a moment there was silence at the end of the line.”all you had to do was stay away””if only I could have.” tears escaped and raced down her cheeks.”I hate you!”— Anna McPartlin
“I thought he’d pick me, I know he has kids, but when it came down to it, I really thought he’d pick me.”Tears rolled down her face and her nose ran. She sniffed.”I know I’m selfish””You’re human””I wanted him to abandon his children”— Anna McPartlin
“I need some space.””Because of my past?””No, because of mine. When I’m around you I feel like I’m falling. I need to stop before I smash into the ground.””Are you always so honest?””No. Mostly I’m a liar like you.”— Anna McPartlin
“I, myself, love complications and mystery which I didn’t notice that I had become one.”— Keziah Ruth D. Lingco
“Why was he drawn to complicated women, or were all women–all people, finally–complicated?”— Stewart O’Nan
“History as well as life itself is complicated — neither life nor history is an enterprise for those who seek simplicity and consistency.”— Jared Diamond
“People want things to be complicated, but they have to love themselves first and then each other and then it will seed everywhere”— Elizabeth Taylor-Wey
“Le vrai est trop simple, il faut y arriver toujours par le compliqué.”[Letter to Armand Barbès, 12 May 1867]”— George Sand