Broken Heart Quotations | Page 3

You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Desire leaves us heartbroken; it wears us out.

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It can go on forever.

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

What happens when people open their hearts?"... "They get better.

Thus the whole country was broken into many shreds and patches of sovereignty.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.

It must happen to everyone. The last time you make love, you can't know it will be the last.

She thought that this man was her savior, that he had come to her at a time in her life when her life demanded completion, an end, a permanent fixing of all that was troubled and shifting and deadly. And yet it was absurd to think this. No person could save another. So she drew back from him and released him.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.

Why don't you try to do without him, why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own.

"The horror of that moment," the King went on, "I shall never, never forget!" "You will, though," the Queen said, "if you don't make a memorandum of it."

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.

Letting go, it's so hard The way it's hurting now To get this love untied So tough to stay with this thing 'cos if I follow through I face what I denied I'll get those hooks out of me And I'll take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side Kill that fear of emptiness, that loneliness I hide.

Sometimes we may find that our partner continues to seek satisfaction in ways that we cannot live with. Nevertheless, when we decide to go our own way, we still have a choice as to how we separate. We can separate with bad feelings, blaming the other's faults and unacceptable behaviour, or we can separate with forgiveness, love and understanding.

I think only stupid people have good relationships.

Moving on after a break up is a great way to get back on your feet and start feeling happy again.

Love is a promise delivered already broken.

Rejection never feels good, but it certainly hurts less when we are not needing something from the person who is rejecting us.

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker of The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum, Puny, green, and tart, Droops upon its wizened stem My lean, unripened heart.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered, ‘But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Brains are like hearts - they go where they are appreciated.

Don't fix what's not broken.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.

You don't. It doesn't work. One day, you wake up, and you've learned how to store it, and you go to another part of the heart.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

I try to date, but I take it so seriously. I am bad at having a casual relationship, so I kind of don't.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.

Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts. And don't put up with people that are reckless with yours.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back. The heart will break... but broken live on.

Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope.

It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol.

The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

Don't settle for a relationship that won't let you be yourself.

Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.

I believe that everything happens for a reason.

Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right.

If you don't love me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best.

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

But from a distance. I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

The heart was made to be broken.

Hearts Live By Being Wounded

When I had my sheep, I was happy, and I made those around me happy. People saw me coming and welcomed me, he thought. But now I'm sad and alone. I'm going to become bitter and distrustful of people because one person betrayed me. I'm going to hate those who have found their treasure because I never found mine. And I'm going to hold on to what little I have, because I'm too insignificant to conquer the world.

Do we know our poor people? Do we know the poor in our house, in our family? Perhaps they are not hungry for a piece of bread. Perhaps our children, husband, wife, are not hungry, or naked, or dispossessed, but are you sure there is no one there who feels unwanted, deprived of affection?

Some of the biggest challenges in relationships come from the fact that most people enter a relationship in order to get something: they're trying to find someone who's going to make them feel good. In reality, the only way a relationship will last is if you see your relationship as a place that you go to give, and not a place that you go to take.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

Our greatest joy and our greatest pain comes in our relationships with others.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.

Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.

Know that no one is capable of making you upset without your consent.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.