Heartbreak Quotes - Page 3

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

Heart stop aching, mind stop thinking.

When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

If you've never gotten your heart broken, you've not used it well.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams.

If a heart breaks and nobody hears it, how do you know if its really broken?

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

You have found love in your heart - and out of small changes come great things.

I hate that I got dealt shitty parents! I hate how you make me feel like scum! I hate that you’re always running away from me! And I hate that I ever fucking gave you the power to destroy me!

If you love someone let them go. If they return to you it was meant to be. If they don't their love was never yours to begin with.

I watched you try on suits in Hugo Boss.‘For the big job,’ you said. And I laughed, because I knew I would never see it. I’d never get up and watch you put it on and walk out of the door. I would never be the one that you came home to.

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?" "You'd think so.

God's breath is like a fresh wind that renews us. Frail and weak as we are,we have hope. We find healing.

Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

I would rather be destroyed by you than loved by anyone else.

Sometimes you're going to have to let one person go a thousand different times, a thousand different ways, and there's nothing pathetic or abnormal about that. You are human.

Okay.' I can feel the letters vomit off my tongue.O.K.A. Y.I watch the vet insert the syringe into the catheter and inject the second drug. And then the adventures come flooding back:The puppy farm.The gentle untying of the shoelace.THIS! IS! MY! HOME! NOW!Our first night together.Running on the beach.Sadie and Sophie and Sophie Dee.Shared ice-cream cones.Thanksgivings.Tofurky.Car rides.Laughter.Eye rain.Chicken and rice.Paralysis.Surgery.Christmases.Walks.Dog parks.Squirrel chasing.Naps.Snuggling.'Fishful Thinking.'The adventure at sea.Gentle kisses.Manic kisses.More eye rain.So much eye rain.Red ball.The veterinarian holds a stethoscope up to Lily's chest, listening for her heartbeat.All dogs go to heaven.'Your mother's name is Witchie-Poo.' I stroke Lily behind her ears the way that used to calm her. 'Look for her.'OH FUCK IT HURTS.I barely whisper. 'She will take care of you.

The truth was that if the man came with a harsh past and an emptiness in his soul, she was metal to his magnet.

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

Maybe love and pain are synonyms.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Every storm has a beginning, every storm has a perfect moment of bliss and every storm has a destructive end.

The audacity is in the living, not in the choosing. You are fearless enough to keep breathing; in the face of loss and pain and humility and gratitude and gifts and brilliance and confusion. This is the amazing thing. Right or wrong can never be anything but small things in the face of your gigantic, intrepid spirit

you rupturedthe love lakes of my longingand scattered the continents of my heart.

Because I know if I sit down and start to write out how it feels…. it all becomes too real… the pain becomes too much. But that's the weird part because I feel so empty, like there no longer is a heart living where there used to be one, so why am I feeling pain?

Maybe once you've been left by the most important person in your life, you can never be unleft again. Maybe you're destined to be abandoned even by your own guts, maybe your foot walks off with your thighbone, why not, stranger things have happened.

There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.

Nothing says hell has to be fire.

She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.

I had stopped doing anything for myself. I no longer felt like an individual because for thirteen years, I was one-half of a “we.

I don’t think you ever really understood….…. All the love I had in the world went to you.

She looked defeated, a castle stormed, torn down, with no one living inside. She looked like a hollowed-out creature, only shell and no soul.

When love breaks your heart, you need to remember, even a broken heart still has a beat.

Love built on beauty soon as beauty dies.

This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.

She kept hoping something would change, but she knew she'd lost him to a world she could never be part of. So instead she pretended.Pretended to be strong.Pretended everything was alright.Pretended for Michael, for herself, but most of all for Willow. Because Willow loved Michael, and he, her – that much was obvious

I wish i were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart.

Daughter, that's life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. All any of us can do is to try to be ur best, and to learn from our mistakes, as well as our victories

If I seem to not want to be with him now, it’s only because love scares me too, more than manipulation, because love is a choice I make and not something forced upon me. I trust him, but I don’t trust myself. I must have time to trust myself so I can completely love him.He’s the grenade. I’m the grenade. We’ll blow each other to pieces… Together.

To embrace love, we risk heartbreak. To resist love, we risk emptiness.

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

He made me feel less lonely tonight by letting me into his world, and I found that I really liked being there. I wasn't ready to go back to my own.

I wonder what you want from meServed you my heart on a silver platterAnd I watched you devour itEating daintily with your forks and your knivesWatched you stab me downWatched you cut me offAnd during every single second of itI gazed at you with lovedAs you ate your fill of meAnd tossed the rest in the trash

Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of themoon.It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing hecould be told.It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know.It was a page he had found in the handbook of heartbreak.

An ache filled my chest, so sharp that I gasped out loud. Was this what a broken heart felt like? Was it possible to die from the pain? I’d always thought the girls at school so dramatic; when they broke up with their boyfriends, they cried and carried on for weeks. I didn’t think they needed to throw such a fuss. But I’d never been in love before.

Was it hard?" I ask.Letting go?"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.

I've got such an envious heart;It sloshes and acheswhen you touch her face,and I don't know what to do with it,other than to justlet it break.

Some wounds are so deep, that if you were to reach in their depth, you wouldn't find a way back.

True love leaves no room for insecurities.

Who cares about fault? As my dad would say, ‘Blame is like your rear-end and reflection. Seeing either always leaves you looking back.’ I’m more worried about what’s in front of me. And right now . . . the view is all messed up.” ~ Ellia

This level reach of blue is not my sea; Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,Whose quiet ripples meet obediently A marked and measured line, one after one. This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm. I have a need of wilder, crueler waves; They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm. So let a love beat over me again, Loosing its million desperate breakers wide; Sudden and terrible to rise and wane; Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide That casts upon the heart, as it recedes, Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds.

I’m going inside of myself and never coming out.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I’m seconds away from igniting.

What good is a song that doesn't break your heart?

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.