Quotes About Heartbreak

On 'Love Letters' I focused exclusively on sung music, creating a collection of songs that directly address heartbreak and its ensuing emotions in a way that instrumental music can only hint at.

Nately's death, in fact, almost killed Yossarian too, for when he broke the news to Nately's whore in Rome she uttered a piercing heartbroken shriek and tried to bat him to death with a potato peeler.

All broken hearts are circumstantial. Every lovelorn jerk is the victim of bad timing, good intentions, and someone else's poor decision making.

There are always flowers, Love cries, or blood. Someone is always leaving By exile, death, or heartbreak. The heart is a fist. It pockets prayer or holds rage.

Were you wounded when your marriage collapsed? When your love collapsed? Or does love never "collapse," only just fade gradually away?

I'm not bitter for they are telling me I am HISTORY You wouldn't be bitter if you are HISTORY any of you A MAN would not be bitter if entering History! nor should a WOMAN Break my heart, better than break my nose (you bastards) Revenge is SWEET (& I need to acquire that taste)

Fuck. Even when I was in love with you. Or some shit. Butch clasped his hands to his chest. Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest. He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. My dreams of our future shattered- Shut it, cop. Butch looked out from under his arm. 3are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. 'Two Bites Are Better Than One'. We were going to make millions.

Come on, who wouldn't be nervous about seeing her first love? Who wouldn't want her old boyfriend to find her attractive? If you don't want that, you don't go to high school reunions, you don't go to the thirty-fifth commemoration of the worst year of your life. Besides, she's not fifteen anymore. She's not that girl whose heart was broken on a sunny afternoon in May. She's a woman, married

Writing is the voice that calls us from dreams, that peeks out of the corner of our eyes when we think no one is looking, the longing that breaks out hearts even when we think we should be happiest, and to which we cannot give a name.

Leonard (Cohen) never broke my heart, but his songs have, every time I sing or hear one of them. As Leonard says, "There is a crack in everything; that's how the light gets in.

Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of the moon. It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing he could 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.

These things are not glorified, just recorded. Tattooed on the heart; burned into the family's history. This piecing together of the life of your child; this homage, this attempt to put it all in order; and even though you will one day wish for the heartbreak to leave you, it never will.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

my life comes apart like a love letter in the rain.

To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.

He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.

What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I wasn't feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but also by, as I once believed, a true friend.

I just think—' 'Don't think. If you think, you'll never truly get over her. Thinking just extends things.' So I decided not to think.

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.

High school sweetheart" is such an innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.

If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is that the ex is alive.

Whatever age you are when you're first burned is old enough to lose hope that you'll ever get excited about anybody else.

Dantes pensava que o amor se regia por números: primeiros beijos, segundas danças, desgostos infinitos. Estava convencido de que os números duravam mais tempo do que o amor em si, sobrevivendo nos recantos sombrios do coração destroçado. Pensava que o amor era algo pesado e duro.

Newt..." "Do it before I become one of them!" "I..." "KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.