Quotes About Heartbreak

There was a time I used to cry, but that was another lifetime ago. My heart was broken just once. But completely. As

I think it's the whole 'bad boy who's so good but destined to break your heart' fantasy. Which doesn't sound like much of a fantasy when you put the broken heart part in the picture, but it is. It so is.

Sometimes my love is melancholy and I hold her head in my hands. Sometimes I recall our hair grows after death. Then, I must grab handfuls of her hair, and, I tell you, there are apples, walnuts, ships sailing, ships docking, and men taking off their boots, their hearts breaking, not knowing which they love more, the water, or their women's hair, sprouting from the head, rushing toward the feet.

It appears that very few women can just move through the end of a friendship, without a struggle. Most appear to need to consciously put together a game plan to recover from the breakup and help them to move on. Terry Miller Shannon, a journalist, writes in an article titled "Friends Forever?": "If you're not the one ending the friendship, it feels like an elephant stomped your heart into a billion bleeding pieces.

But it was no use. I had the kind of heart that would always be breaking.

It's not that women don't feel things, we do. We fall in love, we get our hearts broken, we're disappointed and sad, but we've also been taught that you must always have your pride. Above all.

It is not cheerful for a girl to discover within twenty-four hours of her wedding that her husband is a hopeless drunkard, and to see him die of delirium tremens within six weeks. An experience so vivid, like lightning must blast something in a woman's conception of life. Because one man's kisses reeked of whisky the kisses of all male humanity were anathema.

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

When Ben and I split up at the moment when I thought we were committing to each other forever, it was my first real heartbreak, it felt like my heart had been torn out of my chest.

I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, And then it broke And let me down as my love did me. —"The Water Is Wide," traditional folk song

He remembered kissing her… falling for her. Then how she'd left the mountain without looking back, forgetting about him with shocking, heartbreaking ease. Now she was back. And she'd kissed him like maybe she hadn't forgotten him after all...

Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've ever heard. The boy and the girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn't win.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

How foolish it is to run away with a man who's already run away with someone else...

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

And now were left here, two separate paths. Youll take yours and Ill take mine. Were left with broken hearts, growing older, and growing apart.

Remember how we could talk for hours? Now we can barely look at each other, and it breaks my heart.

Being dumped, cheated on and taken for granted is why many people choose to be single.

Cheating is the devil. Being cheated on has to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

Being cheated on hurts so bad....i would rather be stabed 10 times straight in the heart I think that would hurt less!

Being cheated on is possibly the worst thing in the world! I hate cheaters with a passion! People who cheat dont deserve to be in a relationship!