Heartbreak Quotes

It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery... had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and knowledge of sweet delights, but from a distance I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.

And she said 'Losing love is like a window in your heart,Everybody sees you're blown apart,Everybody feels the wind blow.'

This is the last time I'm asking you this,Put my name at the top of your list,This is the last time I'm asking you why,You break my heart in the blink of an eye.

I'm not even going to be able to remember the boy who broke up with me over the phone in 25 seconds when I was 18.

You and I both know there's got to be some greater storyline for you than 'girl gets heart broken, was sad forever'. I think a nice one would be 'girl gets heart broken, was sad for a while but in her heartbreak she found freedom, friends, and the ability to look back and laugh at all she'd learned. She now lives her life on her own terms and still has fantastic hair.'

That’s always the hardest thing when someone completely has you fooled so much, that you think they’re just never going to hurt you, then they do. That’s when you get the worst heartbreak.

There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

It was one thing to divide the major assets, but how was it possible to divide the heart?

If with love thy heart has burned; If thy love is unreturned; Hide thy grief within thy breast, Though it tear thee unexpressed; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false-hearted, And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of purple light; Though thou wert the loveliest Form the soul had ever dressed, Thou shalt seem, in each reply, A vixen to his altered eye; Thy softest pleadings seem too bold, Thy praying lute will seem to scold; Though thou kept the straightest road, Yet thou errest far and broad.

I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.

You never imagine that when you say hello to someone and you fall in love, that some day you'll have to say goodbye.

You realize who you're in love with is fading fast. You don't know what to do, but in that period time moves so slowly.

I think I fall into the category of the hopeless romantic, and I think youdo too, because you're here...The tricky thing about us, the hopeless romantic, is when we fall in love with someone, when we say hello—and it’s magical—we never imagine that hello can turn into a goodbye. And when we kiss someone—and it’s magical—we never ever imagine that it can turn into a last kiss.

The beginning of love is all about the butterflies, but the end of it is when you can't get out of bed in the morning.

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.

The worst possible way a relationship can end is when somebody cheats on somebody else.

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.

I was in a love that was wonderful until it was terrible, and both people got hurt from it.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, 'Cause I remember it all, all, all... too well...

The drought was the very worst when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst.

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside. But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

As you experience love and relationships, you start to realize that love tends to end in a very painful goodbye.

Heartbreak is life educating us.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

If somebody hurts you, it's okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

If teardrops were pennies and heartaches were gold, I'd have all the treasures my pockets could hold.

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

I think being jilted is one of life's most painful experiences. It takes a long time to heal a broken heart. It's happened to all of us and never gets any easier. I understand, however, that playing one of my albums can help.

But you lied again. Now you get to watch her leave out the window. Guess that's why they call it 'window pane.

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she's got everything that I have to live without... He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. He's the song in the car I keep singing; don't know why I do.

When I think about the things that cause me pain or the things that cause me trouble or frustration, it's not people asking for my autograph; it's people breaking my heart. That happens to you whether you've sold millions of records or whether you're taking classes at college. You're going to believe people when they say that they love you. I don't leave out details when I write songs about that. I try to make my songs as personal as possible because, ultimately, my music started out as just trying to turn my diary entries into something that was a piece of music. And that has never changed.

A letdown is worth a few songs. A heartbreak is worth a few albums.

With your face and your beautiful eyes and the coversations with the little white lies and the faded picture of a beautiful lie you carry me from your car up the stairs,and I broke down crying was she worth this mess? After everything and that little black dress.After everything i must confess...I need you <3'':) -Taylor Swift

When we fall in love and we have a first kiss with someone, we never ever imagine that someday that could be a last kiss.

I'm a fool to keep staying, when you've made hurting me such an art.

If I should stayI would only be in your waySo I'll go, but I knowI'll think of you each step of the wayAnd I will always love youI will always love youBitter sweet MemoriesThat's all I am taking with meGood-bye. Please don't cryWe both know that I'm notWhat you needBut I will always love youI will always love you.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending torment, of which he knew nothing at all. An eternal night awaited her.

If you come back; I'll marry you. If you break your promise, you'll break my heart

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

A wounded heart can with difficulty be cured.[Ger., Doch ein gekranktes Herz erholt sich schwer.]

Fixing your heartbreak by getting into another relationship is not the way to live your life - you need to live it on your terms for a while.

I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

Love tends to end in a very painful goodbye.

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you're heartbroken, but tomorrow you'll be in love again.

It might seem as the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.

I think love is one of those things that it's only really bad because it was once good. You can't miss something that was never amazing. So, what I've learned is that even if it ends badly, it's worth it if it made you feel something, if it taught you something.

The day you chose to leave me it rained constantly in truth I swore the rain to be the tears of cuspids eyes.

Don’t worry. You may think you’ll never get over it. But you also thought it would last forever.