Heartbreak Quotes
Being a blesséd writer is a cursed attribute, when you wish to no longer be encompassed by someone and yet you are surrounded by loose leaf papers filled with the sound of his voice.
Sometimes you have to deprive someone of the pleasure of being with you so that they can realize how much they need you in their lives...
When you go through a breakup, it feels likesomeone died. And the truth is that someone has died – the relationship.
There isn't much difference between "giving" and "leaving". While the former will ALWAYS come back to you, the latter will only do if it was meant to be yours in the first place.
You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu
And if her heart was breaking with every step she took, at least he would never know.
If I did anything right it was when I decided to practice forgiveness and free my heart from pain.
Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.
This is one of the great human mysteries: why do works of art about bad things such as loss and deprivation make us feel good?
I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.
Sometimes you're going to have to let one person go a thousand different times, a thousand different ways, and there's nothing pathetic or abnormal about that. You are human.
I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.
The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.
I wanted to pretend for just a little longer that I was whole again. Happy. Then I'd figure out how to pick up the pieces and move on.
The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.
An emotionally abusive relationship, in very simplistic terms, is much like standing up in a too hot bath and sinking back in so as not to feel so dizzy.
It could have been avoided. This couch misery spiral, this … loss … I could’ve avoided the bulk of it simply by doing more. I could’ve given a shit...
No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.
Come in! come in !’ he sobbed.‘Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!
Blessed is the woman who has never had anything to love. She can never know the heartbreak that comes with losing it.
You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.
You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.
love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.
That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.
Heartbreak, death and loss were shared between us, but renewal, commitment and strength as well.
There is something about loss and pain that opens the doors of wisdom in your heart, doors that would have remained locked for a whole lifetime.
How many losses does it take to stop a heart, to lay waste to the vocabularies of desire?
But these clouds won’t leaveWalk awayBarely breathingAs I’m lying on the floorTake my heartAs you’re leavingI don’t need it anymore
Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.
He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.
Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.
It's like she has her heart in her hand and it's broken. She's holding it out and showing me all the little pieces. Or maybe it's my heart.
They always prided themselves on looking youthful. “Forty’s the new thirty, ” they’d joke.Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred.
Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.
And yes, being lovesick is like being in mourning. Because you die, because your future dies and you with it...There is a hurting time. It lasts for so long. But it gets better. I know that now.
Someday you will wake up feeling 51 percent happy and slowly, molecule by molecule, you will feel like yourself again.
I wish I believed him. He's looking at me like he can see where I begin.
Let her go, ” Brendan said, and Will did. And that was the biggest mistake of his life. Letting her go.
As awful as he could be, I always knew he loved me in a way no one else ever had.
I said I love youwhen what I meant to say was"I’m afraid of being alone."I said I need youwhen what I meant to say was"I need to learn how to love myself.
This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent
I can’t sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You’re always gone too soon.
One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.
So then I bid him farewell and walked down the side of the pool leading to the outside entrance where I waited for soph to come down so we could walk home together
Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.
