Best 1596 quotes in «heartbreak quotes» category

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

Anxiety, heartbreak, and tenderness mark the in-between state. It's the kind of place we usually want to avoid. The challenge is to stay in the middle rather than buy into struggle and complaint. The challenge is to let it soften us rather than make us more rigid and afraid.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.

a woman's place is in the kitchen...sitting in a comfortable chair, with her feet up, drinking a glass of wine and watching her husband cook dinner.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.

Heartbreak has an archetypal core, all heartbroken individuals suffer from the same kind of torture.

Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.

Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship - never.

Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them and you have found a lover for life.

Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken.

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

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

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

I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.

If it hurts, it isn't love.

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

How many young men, in all previous times of unprecedented steadiness, had turned suddenly wild and wicked for the same reason, and, in an ecstasy of unrequited love, taken to wrench off door-knockers, and invert the boxes of rheumatic watchmen!

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

If you wonder how you'll get through this new heartbreak, just think back. Remember all you've been through in the past. And how each time you swore, you'd never get through it. But you did. And look where you're at now. This too shall pass!

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

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

I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.

I think the thing that I have learned is that a bad love experience is no reason to fear a new love experience, but you have to be very honest at every single stage with the person about how you've been hurt, and hopefully they will be supportive about whatever it is that you have to go through. Everybody has bad relationships and, at the end of the day, they are just a great way to set yourself up for a good relationship.

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.

Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.

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

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

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.

One can't run in a park without a dog or make angels in the snow without a child and there are things one can't do without a lover, so the loss of the lover is like an amputation and the patient goes into shock.

Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

Nobody was perfect. Not even close. And everybody had wrinkles from smiling and squinting and craining their necks. Everybody has marks on their bodies from years of living- a trail of life left on them. Evidence of all the adventures and sleepless nights and practical jokes and heartbreaks that had made them who they are.

One is easily fooled by that which one loves.

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.

Only the young and stupid are confident about sex and romance.

Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love.

Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

Sometimes good things fall apart so better things could fall together.

The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.

The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.