Quotes About Heartbreak

My heart broke the day I realized loving you meant letting you go.

I would rather be the heartbroken than the heart breaker. I care too much to inflict such pain on the person who still holds a piece of my heart.

I learned a lot about falling in love when I fell out of love. I learned a lot about being a friend when I was alone.

The cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear his name.

Falling out of love is hard. Falling for betrayal is worse. Broken trust and broken hearts.

It breaks my heart to think about a family weeping over the loss of a loved one. I understand the anguish that some feel about the death that takes place.

I lost my beautiful mind with a nasty lady, i give her the true pure of love and she gives me a slow poison of death

I realized that that was how heartbreak occurred. Your heart wants something, but reality resists it. Death is inert and heavy, and it has no relation to your heart's desires.

It's hard to focus on a fight when your heart is broken and you're not happy in your relationship, especially if that's your coach. That's like fighting without one leg.

My boys asked me to write beautiful letters for their ex-girls so they could get them back. I thought, 'I should be writing songs for myself.'

An audience not laughing is nothing when your husband's just told you he doesn't love you any more.

Cacie Dalager's voice is beautiful, and her lyrics break my heart.

Ann left him there, kneeling among the violets looking out into the fog as if that glimpse of the castle had somehow broken his heart.

Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead...she was now too exhausted to sleep -- and too heartbroken to weep.

Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

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I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backward glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc illae lacrimae, hence those tears.

I'll tell you this. Leaving that which you love breaks your heart open. But you will find a jewel inside, and this precious jewel is the opening of your heart to all that is new and all that is different, and it will be the making of you-if you allow it to be.

I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over. Guess the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll have one less heartbreak in your life. Oh Lord. Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Fells like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over. Guess the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll have one less heartbreak in your life. Oh Lord. Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

She loved him, and her heart was breaking. If she had known how much it hurt to love someone, she never would have given away her heart. But it wasn't a question of giving as much as falling.

I know it feels as though your heart is breaking into a million little pieces, but I swear to you it's not. It's merely bruised, and although this seems like the end of the world, it's only infatuation. Trust me, my dear, I speak from experience: It cannot be love if it's not returned. It's something else and it's just as painful, but it's not love and you will get through it