Heartbreak Quotes - Page 7

I broke your heart.Now barefoot I treadon shards.

Love is when Looking at a glance at youI found laughter in my eyes, Thoughts turns into jewels Where luster of your aura dwells

If people will be frank enough to tell you their heart issues, you will realize that there are so many things that will leave your jaws open! You will realize that things are just representing things under the sun. You will understand the realities and fantasies better and you will know how to deal with heart issues! You will know what true love is and you will get a better picture of pretense! You will understand the small things that mean a lot to so many people and you shall know the big things that mean nothing to so many people! You will know why people can’t sleep and you will know why so many people sleep soundly! You will understand the real reasons behind the attitude and behavior of people and you shall know the real meaning of wants and needs from the lenses of peoples heart! You will know why people give up and you will have a better understanding why some people dare unrelentingly to be remembered for something unique when you get to know things that are on people’s heart. The heart is a room with so many issues!

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

Pain and love cannot be in the same space. You can never love anyone in pain. You cannot truly love yourself in pain. The more pain you carry in your heart, the harder it becomes to love anyone including yourself.

I feel as though the end is never worth the pain of fearingYou listen to the words I say without ever truly hearingI've noticed you are simply just another human beingYou look into my eyes and smile without ever truly seeingI no longer see the point in trying to be overbearingBecause you told me that you loved me without ever truly caring

It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

Wasting time over wasted time is just more wasted time...

She had hope in her heart but after a while, with each step forward, hope stepped back. And for the first time in months, the first time ever, she began to weep, and as she did she knew that with the retreat of hope her heart had finally caught up with her head. And as each tear spilled over she let them go, she was letting go.

Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - 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 no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?

All at once it was just too much, and Harvey felt something about to snap. He drew back into the shadowy side of the doorway, out of site. Then he slid down the wall to the ground and put his palm over his mouth to hold in his breath and his feelings both. He'd forced in more air then he could hold, and his lungs were burning. More importantly, his heart hurt... He wished he hadn't eavesdropped.

Love built on beauty soon as beauty dies.

There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested, even broken, some, irrevocably; it’s the endings we’re unprepared for.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh...

True strength is knowing that you don't have to be strong every single second of the day.

The truth was that if the man came with a harsh past and an emptiness in his soul, she was metal to his magnet.

Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of themoon.It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing hecould be told.It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know.It was a page he had found in the handbook of heartbreak.

...if you discover your partner is cheating, drink like it’s your last party, blame everyone else for your problems, let “binging” be your new favorite hobby, and, by all means, FUCKING PANIC.

Never love that which you cannot keep.

When you lose someone, you get used to living day to day without them. But you’ll never get used to the “10 second heartbreak.” That’s the time it takes to wake to full consciousness each day and remember…

The passage is free for those who think you are not good enough for them: at your level, I think the best option is to sit back, relax and listen to a cool music, while watching them pack out of your life, and that's when you feel the intense release from the pit of hell.

I was even a little glad that if it wasn’t going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her.

When love breaks your heart, you need to remember, even a broken heart still has a beat.

As time goes by, westart to see more clearly,and are able to see thatit wasn’t all bad, and thatperhaps just perhapsthe breakup was a gift.

One thousand ways to say goodbyeOne thousands way to cryOne thousands ways to hang your hatbefore you go outsideI say goodbye goodbye goodbyeI shout it so loudCause the next time that i find my voiceI mught not remember how

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

Helping other people can be a cure not just for those who are in need, but for your soul as well.

Your smile breaks my heart,And your laughter burns my skin,And if I had to tell you how I feel,That's where I'd begin.

I had stopped doing anything for myself. I no longer felt like an individual because for thirteen years, I was one-half of a “we.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.

They'll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.

You are going, Jane?""I am going, sir.""You are leaving me?""Yes.""You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?"What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard was it to reiterate firmly, "I am going!""Jane!""Mr. Rochester.""Withdraw then, I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish. Go up to your own room, think over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings; think of me."He turned away, he threw himself on his face on the sofa. "Oh, Jane! my hope, my love, my life!" broke in anguish from his lips. Then came a deep, strong sob.

What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?

I feel relieved, reborn, I'm me again.Free from heartbreak, that strong yet invisible chain,That stymied me from living again.

[We learn] from heartbreak that love is not for idealists, but realists; it should always be passionate, but it is always dangerous. That infatuation is a game of power, but love leaves us powerless--and it is our dignity in its aftermath that defines us.

Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised.

You can't afford to let the heartbreaks in life ruin your future.

She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.

Scars mean you fought. Wrinkles mean you lived. Heartache means you loved.

Ageing is not easy, Sennhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology. It starts well. It's a most desirable disease. One wouldn't want to do without it. It's like yeast that corrupts the juice of grapes. One loves, one loves, one persists in loving-the incubation period can be very long- and then, with death, comes the heart break. Love must always meet its unwanted end.

i hate that its my favorite thing to watch her, because it shouldn't be. It triggers all these what-ifs in my head, and my mind begins imagining things it shouldn't be imagining...

I stood in your doorway this morningdreaming you’d turn aroundyou’d tilt your headyou’d softly whisper ”stay”or that you’d grab my armsto shake me while askingwhat the hell are we doingwe loveeach otherand this is not rightso we will make this worknow stay!You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal manwith your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked onand the streets are so clean here people rushing to workand maybe I should be tooby nowat this agethis stagethis town.I will stand in that doorway dreamingfor many nights to come.

The first love disappears, but never goes. That ache becomes reconciliation.

He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her.

When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.

The ecstasy of seeing her versus the agony of losing her, a million births and a million deaths.

There are things we all know about but we don't think they are important.Like hurting while seeing your share of love and attention going to someone else but smiling at it because you tell yourself that maybe they deserved it more.No. You deserved it.What makes you think you don't?

A boy made of stardust and selfishness; a girl filled with fire and fury at the world. We are a tangle of emotional wreckage, two broken messes thrown together, trying to navigate something we can barely comprehend.

There will be a time when you are forced to follow your heart away from someone you love.

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” )

Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.

...what argument is left with someone you love if she is willing to break your heart?

I thought I had lowered my standards pretty much, when I decided that any woman would be good for me as long as she respects me. It didn't took me long to realize that would never happen. I was being naive about the real state of the world. It's not that one shouldn't have low standards, or high, or medium, but that most people are such a disgusting representation of themselves, that they can't stop themselves being like this until they die. And maybe they do appreciate what they had when they lose it, but they quickly forget about it when getting it back. Forgiving people that apologize too often has been another naive behavior of mine.

tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

Maybe everyone does have a novel in them, perhaps even a great one. I don't believe it, but for the purposes of this argument, let's say it's so. Only a few of us are going to be willing to break our own hearts by trading in the living beauty of imagination for the stark disappointment of words.

That girl who doesn’t even understand my language properly, understands my heart, but the one who should, doesn’t even try