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“While you were busy trying to prove God stands behind you, God was before me lighting the trail, so he could lead us both.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Being left at the altar was not for sissies. Aside from the humiliation and hurt, there were actual logistics to worry about. Odds were if a guy was willing to leave you standing alone in front of three hundred of your closest friends and relatives, not to mention both your mothers, he wasn't going to sweat the little stuff like returning the gifts and paying the caterer.”
― Susan Mallery, Three Sisters

“Oh, I hate him,' she said, and I noticed a flush of colour come into her cheeks and the manner in which the fingers of her left hand dug into her palm, as if she wanted something to take away the pain. 'I absolutely detest him. Afterwards, I didn't feel very much at all for a week or two. I suppose I was in shock. But then the fury rose and it hasn't subsided since. Sometimes I find it difficult to control. I think it was around the time that everyone stopped asking me whether I was all right, when lives went back to how they had been before. Had he been in Dublin I might well have gone over there, broken down his door and stabbed him as he slept. Fortunately for him, he was in Madagascar with his lepers.' (p. 268)”
― John Boyne, The Heart's Invisible Furies

“She touched me once
And life then stopped.
She held my hand,
My frog heart hopped.
She left my mouth
And formed a smile
With lips that promised:
“In a while.�

I look, I hope, I stand, a dunce�
Where is the one who touched me once?”
― Walt Kelly, The Pogo Poop Book

“Back then I recall yelling ugly things like, “Don’t do itâ€�! at the happy couple. Yes, that was me. Obnoxious jilted girl, party of one.”
― Paula Heller Garland

“What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For eventually, they all made some excuse.”
― Brian Moore, The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne

“you are a ring tone on the phone I didn’t answer”
― john j geddes

“Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

“Society needs to see you are a proper lady now. Once Society’s fascination with you has died, then your sister can resume a normal life and find a suitable husband. It worked for the Moore chit after she was jilted and it will work for you.”
― Christi Caldwell, The Lure of a Rake