Best 293 quotes in «heartbroken quotes» category

If you never get your heart broken, you'll never learn to love.

If you really loved her then you could never hate her, even if you gave it your best

I had a way with whisky and words, It was my weapon to understand my weary and tired heart.

I have become intoxicated again. You are such a potent wine, my friend. To escape your withdrawal effects, tomorrow I will drink in excess. Alas, why make me love? I was aware, conscious, and sensible before. I am ill by cause of this illusion. The devil plays tricks on me more and more. I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will. Your score, the nightingale song within notes composed to imprison and bear me wings. Oh, if only they could hear how it sings! I am now beyond parched. My strings left untouched. You are no longer an oasis, my friend, but a mirage soon coming to an end.

If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it. You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart. How can you? He has it.

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

I had someone once who made every day mean something. And now…. I am lost…. And nothing means anything anymore.

I have been… To every depth of my heart To every height of my mind To every extent of my world I see only one name It’s yours…

I have poured my heart out …. And now I am empty.

I have lifted my veil and I’m baring my soul to you. Don’t you see my heart crying? How did you become so cruel? Did someone hurt you, too?

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. "I don't want to miss her." Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. "Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now." I frowned. "I need her more than Jesus does.

I'll push it down... Down into the deepest part of my heart, so no one will see it. If I crush it, maybe it'll eventually go away. That's what I hope for every day. But what can I do? I don't really want to lose this feeling at all.

I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep.

I'm not going to let you walk out on me again.” “I'm not walking out on you Tucker. I'm walking out on us.

I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.

Im dying everyday My breakfast are cigarettes and coffee My lunch is depression My snacks are regrets My dinner are memories and anger My night is non stoping tears Sleep is my death Waking up the next day and here we go again dying everyday

I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

I'm too heartbroken to shed tears.

I'm writing it in a letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.

In a way, it was the same as any normal break up. You took what was yours …. and I kept what I’d had from before we were together… You took my heart …. and I had nothing…

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

I pour another drink and wash the taste of dashed dreams from the back of my tongue. I feel half-dead, but my broken heart somehow still beats. What a stubborn, senseless organ, to keep going when all hope and happiness are lost.

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.

I pulled out my phone and thought about calling someone, but who was there to call? And what would I even say? It was just the kind of unpleasant surprise you had to share with someone, but I didn’t have anybody to share it with.

I still think of you every day. But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

Is this how love should be? When you love a person so much it breaks and tears your heart apart?

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life… But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday…. ….. and you’ll erase me completely.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom

It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.

It is no shame to have your heart broken – it is only possible because you dared to love the hardest.

It's better to get your heart broken by someone than to break someone's heart.

It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me. It didn’t “hurt” me at all.

It must feel good to have someone trying so hard to keep you in any circumstances. I wish I have one too, at least I know how does it feels to have someone wanting you more than anything, other than making you cry alone in despair.

I try to do something positive – I socialise more… But deep down I know the truth. An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.

It’s just never going to get any easier is it. It’s never going away, this missing you. It’s going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself – along with all the other sadnesses – and quietly carry around with me forever…

It’s painful, loving someone from afar. Watching them – from the outside. The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs….. They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you … with no contact at all.

It's quite commonplace for a young man to fall in love and equally commonplace for him to be rejected, but come what may, I'll always be fond of you.

It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again. It was the look that gave him away. I’d know that look anywhere… It used to be my everything.

It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

It takes immaturity to be hurt by the fact that someone does not trust you.

It was easier for me to begin picking at Snow Flower's faults than to feel the emotions raging inside of me.

I’ve tried being someone’s second choice. I can’t do it again.

I wanted to get away from him before he led me into talking, before he made me feel angry, or grieved, or jealous all over again. I did not want to feel anything for him, not desire, not resentment. I wanted to be cold to him, so I turned on my heel and started to walk away.

I was moving forward into space, but i would never come home again

I wonder if you ever read my poems and wish they were written for you.

Love doesn't just go away without a sign or a reason. Things have happened along the way that caused it to grieve and to depart. Like all gifts, love has to be taken care of. It has to cherished and protected by those to whom it is given, and not just by one partner but by both.

Love hurts because it holds hearts

Love has no cure, only prescriptions.