Heartbroken Quotes - Page 3

More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.

Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

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Deep down, I think everybody wants to be ‘the one’ to someone. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that person to anyone else – but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.

For a moment, Blake said nothing. After chewing on her venom for a moment, he shrugged. “I would rather you hate me for who I am than love me for who I’m not.

I almost wish I hadn't met him. How am I supposed to go back to my old life, my days stretching out before me with unending and brutal sameness? How am I supposed to go back to being The Girl Who Reads?

I was moving forward into space, but i would never come home again

Today is just another day of trying to get by without you.

In a way, it was the same as any normal break up. You took what was yours …. and I kept what I’d had from before we were together…You took my heart …. and I had nothing…

Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living fucking worthwhile.

Heartbreak comes in many forms: infidelity, lies, or a simple, old fashioned break-up. But, there's another reason no one ever thinks about when it comes to heartbreak. It's something that outweighs the fear of being alone, and tells the brokenhearted individual that he or she will never find love again.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

A speeding bullet from a speeding car could not penetrate his heart

You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

They say the truth hurts. And these words hurt more than any I have ever written. But they are the truth – The cold, hard, undeniable truth.Not letting go doesn’t keep him with you.It’s still over. He’s still gone.… And nothing will ever change that.

I write what I love.I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….

He started to estrange her... And they became strangers Who knew each other's heart, So broken as they drifted apart.

If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart.How can you?He has it.

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

We share that misfortune, reaper...

To love is to risk, and to risk is to lose sometimes, to get hurt. But let it not deter you from loving again, from being happy.

MISERABLERelease the toxic and infectious-Spreaders of misery,Souls destroying souls-And poisonous liars.Awaken from the hallucinations-And take back your heart.Reclaim your self-esteem-And leave the toxic be.

Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…

No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I’m forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I’ll come up short and suffocate.

Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.

Break open your heart so that I may enter it.

They say “Follow your heart”….…. But I can’t follow you where you’re going…

I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with God and with paint.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

I have been…To every depth of my heartTo every height of my mindTo every extent of my worldI see only one nameIt’s yours…

All lies, freckled vows, crying-weeping on your toesExpected jelly beans gusto, got yourself a life imperfectoToo good a gal, too arrogant a galToo independent, too in need of ChanelTook a careless ride, leaped for a perilous dive Now look who thrived, who gave you a vibe. - Chicken In Chicken Out

I have poured my heart out ….And now I am empty.

I wrote. I wrote all the things I couldn’t say to him. I wrote about how much I believed in us. I wrote about how much I trusted God. I wrote that I was praying for him. I wrote down all the jokes I could remember, which weren’t many.

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.

Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.

The saddest noise in the world is that of a heart breaking.

Though I never really had you….… to me you will always be the one that got away.

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

Why do you think you deserve happily ever after? You were offered it before and tossed it away.

And I hope above all you give your heart to someone again no matter how many broken promises you have recieved.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief….Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

Why am I doing this? Because it feels so good to talk like we used to, even though I know this is just a shadow of what we had. But I chase it anyway.

Like so many others my story begins with that same old line…. ‘So anyway, there was this guy….’ Until one day…. there wasn’t.And nothing was ever the same after that….

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state that makes you try to convince your heart of something your mind knows is a lie!

Not every love comes to a successful conclusion.

To be rejected by someone doesn't mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn't mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person's opinion symbolized the opinion of the whole world, of God.

It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.

A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed

It's quite commonplace for a young man to fall in love and equally commonplace for him to be rejected, but come what may, I'll always be fond of you.

We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.

I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.

i over love.i under love.i am either a floodor i am nothing.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now…. I am lost….And nothing means anything anymore.