Best 692 quotes in «broken heart quotes» category

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

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.

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

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.

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

Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.

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

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

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

Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

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

Love is a kind of warfare.

Love is a promise delivered already broken.

Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.

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

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

... love was an illusion which civilization had produced to give a little order to the frequency of the sex act.

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

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

Marriage, children-you never expect it to end in tragedy. Unless you're me.

Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

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

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

Loving Chicago is like loving a woman with a broken nose.

Marriage is a desperate thing.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

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

Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

My child,you are broken. Unless you know that you are broken yourself,it will be severely laborious to love the broken people around you. You will be harsh and exacting towards them. But because you want others to like you, you will always attempt to hide your weaknesses from others. Let me strip away your masks,so that you may know who you really are.And when this truth sets you free,then shall you be free to genuinely love. Before this occurs,your love will be offered by the flask,not by the torrents of a river.

My parents had broken through the shackles of dogma

My heart has never been broken, I've never broken anyone else's.

My heart has been stolen too - but I've gone and got it back every single time!

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

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.

My own will and desires were now very much broken, and my heart was with much earnestness turned to the Lord, to whom alone I looked for help in the dangers before me.

Never give up. When your heart becomes tired, just walk with your legs - but move on.

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl's heart.

...my soul bleeding tears of anguish

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.