Best 692 quotes in «broken heart quotes» category

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Oh, how I longed to be heard just once. Perhaps that was why I always spoke my mind. I was tired of not being heard.

Once broken, a glass will forever have cracks, even if you try to mend it. Same goes for a heart.

One's suffering, one's melancholy is, in itself, really only looked upon as failure or as punishment, as detestable or sinful or socially unacceptable in the eyes of man; but this is not so in the eyes of God: for He is close to the broken-hearted.

Online predators have mastered the art of sitting back and scanning a forum for a “target.” They look for females who brag and boast: first sign that the target is insecure. Then they move in and feel her out. They ask about her: what she likes, what she hates. Insecure people often and easily talk about themselves when barely coaxed. Within five minutes, a predator can determine if the target is close to her father or not. You absolutely want a female who has daddy issues because if the “pinch and grab” is to work, the predator must segregate the child from the parent as soon as possible. If the female has a good relationship with her father, this can never happen and the predator knows it. The female with a healthy parental relationship will confide in the father they trust and the father will move in to protect. The pedophile does this all while appearing sincere, genuine, loving, and affectionate. They compliment the target. Tell her things…like how smart or how beautiful she is. While they shower her with praise, they reinforce one message. “I accept you. I approve of you.” In truth, they are literally making notes as to what the target desires, dreams, and wants. They listen and reciprocate. The first three days are crucial for selecting a target. It’s all about trust and earning it fast. Time is of the essence. ... On day one, you want to select a target and study their wants, loves, hates, and weaknesses. Make an agreement to meet next day, same time, same place. This establishes a sense of dependency with the target. ... Shower with praise and develop a sense of acceptance. Make a request and watch her obey. Punish her with rejection. Reward with approval using gifts and compliments. All of this is impossible if a daughter knows her father loves her, and she isn’t needing the acceptance from others.

Only the broken heart has the ghost of a chance to grieve, to forgive, to long, to transform." Christina Baldwin, author of Life's Companion, Journal Writing as a Spiritual Practice, 1990. Used with author's permission

Our parting was like a stalemate…. Neither of us won. Yet both of us lost. And worse still … that unshakable feeling that nothing was ever really finished.

Our hearts are broken with pain at the senseless deaths caused by violence. Families mourn, children live in fear, and some now respond by arming themselves with more guns with greater capacity to end life. Our disconnection and alienation has caused some to turn to guns for protection and safety. More than ever we need love to flood our hearts and heal our brokenness, and turn us away from violence toward peace. There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.

Out of frustrations, out of desperation, out of disappointments, out of mediocrity. out of idleness,out of limited insight, out of difficulties, out of insatiability, out of poverty, out of pain and the vicissitudes of life , so many people shall come to a conclusion that nothing is worth living for; not even what is solemn and sacred but, some shall always turn the woes of life into great land marks and indelible footprints worth emulating

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.

Over the next eight years, music was the frequency I rode on to carry me through my darkest days.

Past relationships are a loss, so we have to deal with them like loss. We must fully grieve. We must feel the depth of our pain so that our pain doesn't become the home where we learn to live.

People—especially men—don't always know what they want. You try, and if it doesn't work, then you may quit.” With a broken heart. As if she'd read her mind, Abuelita frowned and scolded, “Hearts mend, but lost chances are gone forever.

Pensavo di avere più tempo, ma talvolta il domani non arriva e si rimane solo con i ricordi di ieri

Quando poi abbraccia me, vorrei lasciarmi andare e crollare. Piangere, come quando avevo otto anni e mi ruppi la caviglia. Invece no. Ci teniamo stretti più a lungo del solito e facciamo fatica a staccarci.

—Perdóname por esto, pero ya no lo puedo soportar más. Él nunca me vio de la manera en la que te ve a ti. — dijo en el umbral de la puerta antes de irse. —Es como si él solo pudiera verte a ti y todo lo demás no existiera.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

Ponekad se dva slomljena dela savrseno uklope zajedno.

Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on the outside… like a blanket you could shrug off and feel just the same…. except maybe a little colder…. But I was always a broken person that was haphazardly held together by little more than my own strength. And so you just seeped in the cracks and mingled with my insides until you became an inseparable part of me. And as painful as that is, it still kind of warms me to know I will always carry a part of you with me.

Promises are about as good as already chewed-up gum.

Quando sarebbe stato pronto a ristabilire il contatto con l'amore, avrebbe avuto bisogno di qualcuno di forte, amorevole e comprensivo. Tutto ciò glielo avrebbe dato Marc, poiché lui aveva sentito tutta la forza dell’amore che l’uomo provava per suo fratello.

Revealing of origin , evidence the existence of hidden pearls in mind which is addicted to imagine and thought as well.

Reese, your books might not tell you this, so I will. Every heart has two parts, the part that pumps and the part that loves. If you’re going to spend your life fixing broken hearts, then learn about both. You can’t just fix one with no concern for the other.

Right after Matt died, I was afraid to do basically everything. I couldn’t even bite my nails or sniff my shirt to see if I needed deodorant without feeling like he was watching me. I willed and prayed and begged him to give me a sign that he was watching, that he was with me, so I would know. But he never did. Time moved on. And I stopped being afraid. Until right now, vulnerable and insecure and a little bit drunk. Lying in the sand and falling in crazy love with someone I just met. Matt is watching me. Observing. Possibly judging. And the worst part of it is, I don’t want to wake up under his landslide of sad rocks anymore. I don’t want to taste the marzipan frosting and the clove cigarettes. I don’t want to think about the blue glass necklace or the books he read to me on his bed or the piles of college stuff or some random boy in the grocery store wearing his donated clothes. I don’t want to be the dead boy’s best-friend-turned-something-else. Or the really supportive neighbor friend. Or the lifelong keeper of broken-hearted secrets.

Relation is when each have Same words to speak, Conversation will be Awesome.

She dared to love again She dared to give herself again She lost the battle again with tears shedding down the rosy cheeks She lost herself again~

Saying goodbye doesn't mean You don't love him anymore, Nor that you no longer will. It doesn't mean that you failed. It doesn't mean you're unlovable. It doesn't mean somebody's better, And that someone else can take your place.

she awoke often to lie and wish for that presence beside her—inanimate yet breathing—still Jeff.

Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.

Saying goodbye doesn't mean you need to forget, It doesn't mean you were never loved. It doesn't mean you're weak, It doesn't mean you didn't try hard enough.

Senja yang retak. Kapalkapal berlayar membawa kenangan. Airmatamu menjelma puisi paling duri, paling angin.

She broke my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her.

She knew one thing though, Franks was wrong about her never thinking of Jay again. He was with her now. Rooted in her soul like an unextractable cancer, right at the corner of worst nightmare and fondest fantasy. And he always would be. The tequila was starting to work. The welcome warmth of numbness spread evenly through mind and body. She slammed her shot and wondered if she would ever be able to go to sleep sober again.

She kept looking at the dark stretch of water below them, the bridges spanning the space, dotted with lights. Party guests moved back and forth across in a dance of scattered shadows. She wondered how many of them were with the person they loved tonight—and how many of them were alone, like her.

She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son's life.

She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible.

She saw how the weight of his mistake, the affair, weighed down on him and he cried, brushing the tears on his cheeks away brusquely; his eyes rimmed with dark circles looked haunted.

She wasn’t his kind of woman, and she didn’t want to fall in love with a man who would break her heart like a Dorito.

She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.

She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.

She: Why do I feel this deep pain in my heart? He: It is natural for a human being to feel the pain of a broken heart! She: Will I ever come out of this pain? He: Absolutely yes! She: Are you sure? He: Yes! Be patient! Time will one fine day mend your broken heart!

Should we hold back from loving people because we carry the wounds of a few?

She was the keeper of my smile and my laugh. She who housed my hopes, my dreams, my spirit. She was the center of my being, the bane of my existence, she was my be-all and end-all.

She: Why do I feel this deep pain in my heart? He: It is natural for a human being to feel the pain of a broken heart! She: Will I ever come out of this pain? He Absolutely yes! She: Are you sure? He: Yes! Be patient! One fine day time will mend your broken heart!

Smile. Smile until all that's left are the pieces of your broken heart that are slowly fixing itself.

Smelling the hint of his cologne. Hearing his voice speak her name. It was like reopening a cut you thought already healed and pouring salt directly into it.

So che mi sto ossessionando in modo totalmente insano, ma ho paura che se non continuo a tenerla viva nella mia testa, la dimenticherò. E dimenticare mi fa cagare sotto dalla paura. Franco è convinto che dovrei consultare un medico. Forse prendere delle pillole per dormire, o degli antidepressivi. Io invece penso che quella sia una via d’uscita per chi non ha coraggio. Non voglio cominciare a ingoiare medicine per evitare il dolore

Some are convicted for breaking the heart…some are the victims of broken heart – Irony of unrequited love.

Sometimes I scare myself with how quickly I can come up with lies.

Some people do just enough to keep you around because they are AFRAID to know what life would be like without you