Best 692 quotes in «broken heart quotes» category

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 know they say the first love is the sweetest but that first cut is the deepest

I know what it's like to have a broken heart. I know what it's like to feel pain: When my songs don't become hits, it breaks my heart. There are a million ways to break a heart. I can relate.

I'll be there for you, I will care for you, I keep thinking you just don't know. Tryna run from that, say you're done wit that, on your face girl it just don't show.

I long for You so much I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks That are high in the mountains That I know are years old. I long for You so much I have even begun to travel Where I have never been before.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

I look back to when I got divorced in the late 1970s. When that happened, I was so broken up. After that, I decided to seek God for my life and my next marriage.

I love to shop after a bad relationship. I don't know. I buy a new outfit and it makes me feel better. It just does. Sometimes I see a really great outfit, I'll break up with someone on purpose.

I'm not supposed to miss you, I'm not supposed to care

I'm holding a teardrop for a friend Until his heartache and misery end.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

I never hated a man enough to give him diamonds back.

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.

In seeking absolute truth we aim at the unattainable and must be content with broken portions.

I noticed that democracy was broken and tried to work on fixing that in Japan. Then I realized that it was broken all over the place and decided to work on that too.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

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.

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.

I think only stupid people have good relationships.

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

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

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

It is wonderful what God can do with a broken heart, if He gets all the pieces.

It's the nature of hearts to break. It's in their job description. When a heart is doing what it's supposed to be doing, it holds nothing back. And sometimes it gets broken.

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

It's a shame, she had me convinced that she could've been a dime. I guess I lost another one to the wintertime.

It's easy to be led astray when you're so broken. People take advantage of you.

It's hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.

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

It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?

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

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

I turn you out of doors tenant desire you pay no rent I turn you out of doors all my best rooms are yours the brain and heart depart I turn you out of doors switch off the lights throw water on the fire I turn you out of doors stubborn desire.

It was only later that I suffocated under the weight of his arguments, and his darker thoughts articulated. It was only later that our tongues produced landslides, that we become caught in the cracks between what we said and what we meant, until we could not find each other, did not trust the words in our own mouths.

I've never had my heart broken.

I wanted impossible things. I wanted my life with her before it all turned bad. What I had been given had been taken away and now I was even less than before.

I was at the pinnacle of my career one day and the next day I was put out to pasture. I felt like a race horse with a broken leg.

Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

I will find a way to you if it kills me if it kills me if it kills me (I think it might kill me).

Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.

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

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

Love is a great poet, its resources are inexhaustible, but if the end it has in view is not obtained, it feels weary and remains silent.

Love is a promise delivered already broken.