Quotes About Heartbreak

Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my Heart

When our hearts break, they break into shards that cannot be easily fit back together.

He can touch your soul. And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.

Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.

Someone who broke your heart is often not the person who can mend it.

Break my heart, he said. "Break it in pieces. I give you my permission.

Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken before. And she would put herself back together and go on, because the memory of having had Jem would be better than never having had him at all.

He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.

It smells like heartbreak in here," said Jace.

I'll just be your brother from now on." he said, looking at her with a hopeful expectation that she would be pleased, which made her want to scream that he was smashing her heart into pieces and he had to stop. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" It took her a long time to answer, and when she did, her own voice sounded like an echo, coming from very far away. "Yes," she said, and she heard the rush of waves in her ears and her eyes stung as if from sand or salt spray. "That's what I wanted.

Jules: Emma, God, Emma. I love you so much. Emma: Julian, I... Jules: Don't. I don't want to hear anything reasonable, not now. I don't want logic. I want this. Emma: But you need to know ... Jules: I don't. I've been broken for weeks. I need to be whole again. Even if it doesn't last. Emma: it can't last. It'll break our hearts. Jules: Break my heart. Break it in pieces. I give you permission.

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.

Maybe this time was different—maybe this love was different. It felt so different; surely that had to mean something. Maybe the year to come would be a good year for both of them. Maybe this time things would work out the way Magnus wanted them to. Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.

Matthew has a habit of getting his heart broken. He seems to prefer a hopeless love.

Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.

You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked. She shook her head. He didn't seem to notice. "She said you'd break my heart," he told her, and left.

You're saying hearts are supposed to be broken. Not sure I agree, but . . ." "Right. Otherwise you're not really using them. Which is a very cowardly way to live, don't you think?

He'll burn you down like wax if you let him. You'll think it's love, while he dines on your heart. And maybe it will be. But he's so hungry, he'll eat you all in one sitting, and you'll be in his belly, and what will you do then?

He'll burn you down like wax if you let him. You'll think it's love, when he dines on your heart. And maybe it will be

And the heart of Ivan Nikolayevich broke inside the body of Marya Morevna, and the pieces of him lodged deep in her bones, and through the window, the stars watched.

You can turn around in the dark, with the man who wants your heart looming so big, so big over you, and you can give it to him, so bright and red and pure that it destroys him. Getting what you want has that effect, more often than you think. But it's a dangerous thing, the intimate exchange of hearts in the shadows, and sometimes the man in the dark walks off with everything anyway.

There are many kinds of betrayals. There are the small ones: the unkind word, the laughter behind someone's back, the petty lies. And there are the betrayals that break hearts, destroy worlds, and turn the strong, sweet light of day into bitter dust.

This, I came to understand, was what freedom tasted like. It wasn't a heady illusion in the safety of a time-shared bed, seeking the approval of the person whose heart you are breaking. It is being willing to have your own heart broken and not blaming the outcome on anyone. It is being an orphan, and love not being an obligation or prescription, but always a risky, transformative choice.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.