Best 692 quotes in «broken heart quotes» category

By far the strongest poison to the human spirit is the inability to forgive oneself or another person. Forgiveness is no longer an option but a necessity for healing.

Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.

Christopher Reeve understood that everything begins with hope. His vision of walking again, his belief that he would be able to in his lifetime, towered over his broken body.

Deadlines are meant to be broken. And I just keep breaking them.

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

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

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Desire leaves us heartbroken; it wears us out.

Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark to the window. Not one work will make you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake from your night toward me. The only gift I got to keep or give is what I've cried, floodgates let down to mourning for the dead chances, for the end of being young, for everyone I loved who really died. I drank our one year out in brine instead of honey from the seasons of your tongue.

Don't fix what's not broken.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.

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?

For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to quiet, And gave me roughage in my diet, And tucked me in my bed at eight, And clipped my hair, and marked my weight, And watched me as I sat and stood: That I might grow to womanhood To hear a whistle and drop my wits And break my heart to clattering bits.

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

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

For a fortnight nobody at all emailed me, or posted a follow-up. Doesn't anyone care, I thought? It turned out my newsreader was broken, and hadn't posted at all.

For God to mend your broken heart you must give him ALL the pieces. You can't hold any back.

God is with the broken-hearted. When your heart breaks, it’s a good thing – the breaking of the heart is what opens it up to the light of Allah. The dunya is designed to break your heart, to crush it.

Germany expected that at the most a day or so would see Belgian resistance broken and the dash on Paris begun. It was not safe to start such a forward rush with Belgium unconquered.

Hearts Live By Being Wounded

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

How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet - it's gone.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

Hell's afloat in lover's tears.

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

However, in recent years our nation has seen a sizable influx of illegal immigration that at best highlights some alarming inadequacies and at worst indicates a broken system.

Huge events take place on this earth every day. Earthquakes, hurricanes, even glaciers move. So why couldn't he just look at me?

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 believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

I believe that everything happens for a reason.

I bet some of you feel sorry for me. Well don't. Having an artificial leg has its advantages. I've broken my right knee many times and it doesn't hurt a bit.

I couldn't allow myself to think about her very long; if I had I would have jumped off the bridge. It's strange. I had become so reconciled to this life without her, and yet if I thought about her only for a minute it was enough to pierce the bone and marrow of my contentment and shove me back again into the agonizing gutter of my wretched past.

I don't think a female running a house is a problem, a broken family. It's perceived as one because of the notion that a head is a man.

I don't fall in love anymore. Just like I don't get the mumps.

I don't think Hank's home run record will ever be broken. There's no way.

I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.

If I'd observed all the rules, I'd never have got anywhere.

I don't understand, Why do I stress the man, When there's so many bigger things at hand?

If a man is tongue-tied, don't laugh at him, but, rather, feel pity for him, as you would for a man with broken legs.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

If you've broken the eggs, you should make the omelette.

I know a love may be revived which absence, inconstancy, or even infidelity has extinguished, but there is no returning from a dTgovt given by satiety.

I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything.