Heartbreak Quotations | Page 2

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.

There is nothing you can do about the past except keep it there.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.

You've got to learn to leave the table When love's no longer being served".

I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

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?

You can't talk about heartbreak to a kid.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

And for the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.

Maybe the difference between first marriage and second marriage is that the second time at least you know you are gambling.

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.

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

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

every healthy marriage is composed of walls and windows. The windows are the aspects of your relationship that are open to the world—that is, the necessary gaps through which you interact with family and friends; the walls are the barriers of trust behind which you guard the most intimatesecrets of your marriage.

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

There is no choice more intensely personal, after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are.

By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later—again, for its own mysterious reasons.

Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.

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

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.

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.

When the karma of a relationship is done, only love remains. It's safe. Let go.

Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...

In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.

Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope

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.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

The only thing left to do is forgive and forget. I want to forgive you and I want to forget you.

Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.

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.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

I took a chance, I took a shot And you may think I’m bullet-proof, but I’m not. You took a swing, I took it hard. And down here from the ground I see who you are

you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

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

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will.

I know my heart will never be the same But I'm telling myself I'll be okay

The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

My heart is the throne of the Beloved, the Beloved the heart's destiny: Whoever breaks another's heart will find no homecoming in this world or any other.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself. Only this experience can give you an indestructible foundation.

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!

The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.

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

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

Wicked me obey from fear; good men,from love.

We have pacified some thousands of the islanders and buried them; destroyed their fields; burned their villages, and turned their widows and orphans out-of-doors; furnished heartbreak by exile to some dozens of disagreeable patriots; subjugated the remaining 10 millions by Benevolent Assimilation, which is the pious new name of the musket. And so, by these Providences of God -- and the phrase is the government's, not mine -- we are a World Power.

He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.

It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

No one who has ever known what it is to lose faith in a fellow-man whom he has profoundly loved and reverenced, will lightly say that the shock can leave the faith in the Invisible Goodness unshaken. With the sinking of high human trust, the dignity of life sinks too; we cease to believe in our own better self, since that also is part of the common nature which is degraded in our thought; and all the finer impulses of the soul are dulled.

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

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

Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.

To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

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?

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.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.