Best 1596 quotes in «heartbreak quotes» category

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal, But, in time, you´ll turn head over heels.

Not all kisses heal an open wound.

Not every love comes to a successful conclusion.

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.

Nothing big ever happens, good or bad, unless the floor falls out first. Let your longing wind you down through that spiral. And know that falling can be the most wickedly awesome and totally safe thing you’ve ever done. Down, down, down, because when you hit that solid ground you’ll know. You might touch down softly, or you might land in an ungraceful thud. But land you will and when you’re ready, you can stretch your shaky legs, dust yourself off tossing your head back to the heavens and proclaim ‘Here I am! All that I am, and all that I will be.” And your heart will still love what it loves. And you will remember that was good in you, and in her. And these memories will comfort and will serve you as you move through life, open to love – wherever and whenever it finds you.

Nothing is sweeter than being unapologetically you. Don't live your life just to impress others. Reveal your truth, Express your love, Live your dreams.

Not to be with the one you love, Laura, the one person you should be spending your life with--it’s like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still here. To have that brief, sweet moment of blankness, before your mind reminds you who you are, and why you are unhappy. It was like hell. A living hell of the heart’s own making.

No use in crying over a boy because there are plenty more just like him

No wheelchair can support damaged self-esteem until it learns to stand upright. No cane can help emotions limp along until they can walk. A cast or brace can't protect a vulnerable spirit, and not even the strongest painkiller can stop the ache cause by a failed relationship. No, the only way a broken heart mends itself is with stitches of time and the sticky tape of hastily rearranged dreams.

Now, Because I put you in the past, My life is like: A path paved, Fit for your feet. Now other women walk on it; And not one of them fits. Walking crooked, on a path that's straight. I watch them. They don't even have your gait.

Now boarding flight 266." "That's you." Kyle whispered into her hair. On that note, she gave him one last squeeze and broke their embrace. She took off her glasses folded them up in her hand and looked him straight in the eyes. "Goodbye Kyle." A heartbreaking finality rang in her tone. "Goodbye Jessie.

Now I just want it to end. I’ve always wanted the happy ending, but now I’ll just settle for the ending.

Now that you are no more there to break my heart, I do it myself.

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 man! You have no idea what you just did. You have made her stronger, incassable and unstoppable.

No!You cant get this close to me and then push me away.

Of all my failures to offset the mortification of wanting, expecting, or caring too much, the most humiliating was having no real answer for the love of a good man. It humbled me.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

Oh dear heart, save yourself. will you not sing yourself to sleep humming wishes you thought you wouldn't make. will you not step into territory you know you should avoid. will you not believe words over actions because you want to trust in pretty little lies.

Okay.' I can feel the letters vomit off my tongue. O. K. A. Y. I watch the vet insert the syringe into the catheter and inject the second drug. And then the adventures come flooding back: The puppy farm. The gentle untying of the shoelace. THIS! IS! MY! HOME! NOW! Our first night together. Running on the beach. Sadie and Sophie and Sophie Dee. Shared ice-cream cones. Thanksgivings. Tofurky. Car rides. Laughter. Eye rain. Chicken and rice. Paralysis. Surgery. Christmases. Walks. Dog parks. Squirrel chasing. Naps. Snuggling. 'Fishful Thinking.' The adventure at sea. Gentle kisses. Manic kisses. More eye rain. So much eye rain. Red ball. The veterinarian holds a stethoscope up to Lily's chest, listening for her heartbeat. All dogs go to heaven. 'Your mother's name is Witchie-Poo.' I stroke Lily behind her ears the way that used to calm her. 'Look for her.' OH FUCK IT HURTS. I barely whisper. 'She will take care of you.

Okay, let's recap. So I lost a few good things, but wait; There's other fish in the sea. And my heart's still here: the bait. It has a few cracks And a couple of shark bites, But it's alright. A bleeding heart is never one to wait in the water for long. I wonder what my next catch will be..

Once in a while you come across someone who will make your life special again.

Once bitten, twice shy. Once caring, twice cry. Once beloved, can’t deny—heart broken, twice die.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

once, there was a lump in my throat. i like to believe it was a metaphor. every feeling i have swallowed. a plain tumour is all it was.

One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

One celestial quake and the timeline belonging to her had imploded in the heavens like a dying star. It was like falling into oblivion, she thought wearily, the tattered remains of her life floated—unanchored in a vacuum of what was and what little remained.

One day, I learned that a single look can change everything. And since then I have seen it countless times. I have grappled to understand it and failed. For instance, all it took was a look from another man for my wife to fall out of love with me. It baffles me that a simple alignment of eyes can cause so much devastation.

One day it may feel as if energy and enthusiasm are quenched, feelings dried up and emotions scorched, love and affection tangled in a harsh and uninviting setting. Nothing seems to grow anymore. No seed. No flowers. No foreseeable hope. No conceivable prospects. Any blossom of expectation seems to have become an illusion and life appears to have come to a standstill. If no seed of loving care is sown in the untilled, abandoned land, no bud can come into flower. Singer Amy Winehouse felt like lying fallow in the ground of a wasteland "with tears dry, dying a hundred times, going back to black" and leaving eventually for a place of ultimate sorrow and heartbreak, for a point of no return. ( “Amour en friche” )

One night I heard my dad say to my mom: I can't help but think of the good times we're having now as being painful memories later on. And my mom saying, c'mon now honey.

One of the most difficult things he'd ever done was turn away and leave her standing in the shadows.

One of the only things more powerful than the human heart is the that it takes to heal one that has been broken

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.

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

Once in a while, I smell Clive on my skin and it stops my day. It's a train crossing; I wait to pass. Eventually the lights stop flashing, the barriers lift. I keep moving.

Only a person carrying the pain deep down to his heart knows the weight of it.

On my heartstrings, you played the most beautiful music my soul could bear. And when you tugged each string away, my heart lay beating on the floor.

On the crossroads of future most good friends lose themselves to an eternity of regrets. Most of us lose connections unknowingly thinking that it is only natural until we realize the deceit in our understanding and end up craving for something we put to rest a long time ago. Thus begins a morbid curiosity within our conscience.

Opening your heart may mean breaking it for a short while, but that's the sacrifice we all make when we dare to dream of love.

Open your heart until you doctor becomes your enemy.

Opera cuts to the chase—as death does. An art which seeks, more obviously than any other form, to break your heart.

Our emotions are encoded in the heart signals we emit. Use the energy you feel to know how they are feeling.

One thousand ways to say goodbye One thousands way to cry One thousands ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say goodbye goodbye goodbye I shout it so loud Cause the next time that i find my voice I mught not remember how

our foundation is rocky because we made a home in each other’s skin. the damage is beginning to show.

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 silence about grief serves no one. We can't heal if we can't grieve; we can't forgive if we can't grieve. We run from grief because loss scares us, yet our hearts reach toward grief because the broken parts want to mend.

Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden are cloaked in summer blooms. My heart, scorching and desolate sighs and sings sad songs of despair And while I gather hundreds of broken pieces of my heart Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden are cloaked in summer blooms.

Over the two following post-breakup days, Zoey’s apartment held a different kind of music: the nose-blowing orchestra, the weeping philharmonic, the out-of-breath solo.

Pain is the only truth of life!

people don't get to choose who they fell in love with. they only get to choose who they stay in love with..