For a friend of mine, who is going through a rough time:

"How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?" (White Oleander, Janet Fitch)

We've all been there, love. It's a rite of passage. And when we pick up our pieces and stand back up, so much stronger than we ever thought possible, we finally realize--we are and have always been, worth more than we had ever been willing to believe.