Broken Heart Quotations | Page 2

Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended.

Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

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

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

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

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 is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

If I'd observed all the rules, I'd never have got anywhere.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

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

Congratulations. I knew the record would stand until it was broken.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.

There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.

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.

If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.

Boy Meets Girl, So What?

The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

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.

You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? … You’ve had enough of me, haven’t you? You’re probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods, and I’ve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own, like I just get hysterical, like it’s something I can’t control at all. And I don’t know what to do, and I feel so sorry for you because you don’t know what to do either. And I’m sure you’re going to leave me now.

She dumped me for the worst reason of all. For absolutely no reason at all...I mean, if she fell in love with someone else, or I did something wrong, or I let her down in some unforgivable way...That, I'd understand, right? But instead, she said...it wasn't anything. Not a single thing. It was just me. I was nice. I was kind. We just...she didn't see the connection anymore. I think she thought I was boring. And the cruelest part is, when someone says something mean about you, you know when they're right.

That's how it is with relationships, it's a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as Simon shut the door. Doesn't make it any easier though.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

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

I don't think Hank's home run record will ever be broken. There's no way.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.

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

Two days after my dad's funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then--that sometimes a spy doesn't need a cover so much as she needs a shield.

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

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

I don't understand, Why do I stress the man, When there's so many bigger things at hand?

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

You have to think with the heart.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.

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.

You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

Huge events take place on this earth every day. Earthquakes, hurricanes, even glaciers move. So why couldn't he just look at me?

And then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her. Unless she could break out, she must die most fearfully, walled up in horror. And he was the wall. She must break down the wall. She must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last. It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

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.

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

The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.

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).

The harder they hit, the more encouraged I get.

I couldn't allow myself to think about her very long; if I had I would have jumped off the bridge. It's strange. I had become so reconciled to this life without her, and yet if I thought about her only for a minute it was enough to pierce the bone and marrow of my contentment and shove me back again into the agonizing gutter of my wretched past.

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

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

It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?

When a man you like switches from what he said a year ago, or 4 years ago, he is a broad-minded person who has courage enough to change his mind with changing conditions. When a man you don't like does it, he is a liar who has broken his promises.

... somehow I couldn't stop. I had turned into someone that I would have pitied in another life; someone who searched for signs, who analyzed patterns, who went over every word in a conversation looking for hidden meanings, secret signals, the subtext that said, Yes, I still love you, of course I still love you.

Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

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

When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.

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.

Broken relationships are a source of heavy heartbreak that seem to affect every family.

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: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

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

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

I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything.

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

...And now you've lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive...

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.

Love is the pursuit of shadows ...

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

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...

We've broken the code base into logical chunks, called modules, and the foundation staff delegate authority for the modules to people with the most expertise.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

You can't keep blaming yourself. Just blame yourself once, and move on." Homer Simpson

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.

A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.

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

Knowing when it is over is the beginning of a new life and the end of an old one.

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.

A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.

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.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark to the window. Not one work will make you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake from your night toward me. The only gift I got to keep or give is what I've cried, floodgates let down to mourning for the dead chances, for the end of being young, for everyone I loved who really died. I drank our one year out in brine instead of honey from the seasons of your tongue.

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

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

People who say "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" never felt a broken heart.

As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else. See I know what we've got to do. You let go, and I'll let go too. 'Cause no one's hurt me more than you And no one ever will.

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?

Marriage is a desperate thing.

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.