A Broken Heart Quotes
There is no better place to heal a broken heart than on the back of a horse.
when will it stopthe painthat darknessthat that thatthat part of methat was or Y-O-U!why can't you fill itwhy did u leavewhy why why?love hurtsbut so does life
People may say no one ever died of a broken heart, but when you're suffering from one, it sure doesn't feel that way--at least initially.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want youI'd be lying if I said I didn't wish you were mineThe truth is, you stole my heart from afarThe truth is, you still have it.
I must have truly been under his spell, believing anything is acceptable when you're in love.
Bucket lists are supposed to be about doing things you've always dreamt about not torturing yourself.
There are plenty of other ways to mend a broken heart, and doing some list full of stuff that you don't want to do doesn't have to be one of them.
And yet you thought he was the one? Imagine a lifetime without laughter.
Is that what you meant when you said the more you love a person the harder your heart breaks?
I realize that it's not that difficult to remember what people like, especially when you care about them.
What do we do after things fall apart? Do we run to the familiar once again? Do we attempt to numb the pain with distractions? What do we do after things fall apart?
He holds his hand out for me to see it like he’s cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart.
Vitamin E, get much sleep, drink much water, travel to a place far away...meditate and teach your heart that this is destiny.” - Wayan
when you are brokenand he has left youdo not questionwhether you wereenoughthe problem wasyou were so enoughhe was not able to carry it
I have never loved a half human creature as my ancient loverShe was 30% human when with me, I bet she breath when telling white liesNot noticing that it's where my heart lied
But I broke your heart, ” she whispers. I shrug and kiss her again. “You break it, you buy it.
Can you imagine what it would be like to look into somebody's eyes and know that their destiny is so much greater than yours, that you will never compete? You will always be left behind.
Relationship are like glasses, once it's broken it never be like before, as broken glass remain with the broken piece stains ever...
Time heals. Crushes let up. Splinters work their way out. Doesn't mean they don't leave scars that itch.
You started with a broken heart and blamed everyone you met after that for breaking it.
It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.
There’s only so much you can watch someone sacrifice before you realize they’re changing who they are for you, and not in a good way.
It isn't very pretty to have been made a fool of by one's own feelings, ' he said. 'To take childish promises and build a--a castle out of them...
I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn’t mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.
I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn't mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.
I miss you Annabeth. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. I think about you all the damn time.
A broken heart doesn't need repaired. Because maybe one of your pieces fits perfectly with someone else's heart.
Stop crying over someone who killed you, start crying over someone who made an effort to fix you.
... and it broke my heart in so many pieces I wondered if it would ever be whole again.
You don't deserve it if you don't fight for it or maybe you never deserved it to start with
I couldn’t control my heart as it thumped out of control in my chest, insistent on remindin’ me that it was still in there. That it was still beating. For damn Archer Beaufait.
With a heavy heart, I pulled out my own pocket knife, and carved three little words beneath Archer’s. A plea and a wish, in a form I could never take back. Return to me.
Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.
The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.
She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.
Tell any grizzled old cutthroat a sob story about a double-cross and a broken heart and he'll eat right out of your hand.
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.