Heartbreak Quotes - Page 15

What good is a song that doesn't break your heart?

But these clouds won’t leave
Walk away
Barely breathing
As I’m lying on the floor
Take my heart
As you’re leaving
I don’t need it anymore

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

You may right now be nursing a broken heart. Friends will say, "Aren't you glad you had the experience anyway?" And you may say "No." Eventually, unbelievably, you may not remember the boy that triggered it all. You'll recall all the places you visited, but not how you got there. You'll remember the songs that you listened to.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can't let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.

now I'm told that this is life, that pain is just a simple comprimise so we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify a broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on?

I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?

I say, "You a kind girl," and she nod, repeat it back to me. But before I can do another one, she get up and chase that poor dog around the yard and laugh and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

Thoughts are as simple as the process…a message from the soul; conveyed through the heart; received in the mind

When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears

A story has to break your heart or it's not worth telling.

I gave you the best of me.

I looked at Lucas with the pang that a parent feels when he knows his child will be hurt and that it's no one's fault and that to try to preempt the rites of passage is an act of contempt for the child's courage.

I won't be mad at you because you gave me something no one else has: the ability to live even when I thought I was dead.

I think you’re just as emotionally unavailable as I am. I avoid men because I’m afraid I’ll lose my heart, and you go from girl to girl to keep from giving yours away.

What you do with your heartbreak is yours, never feel the need to explain to people why things ended the way it did; it's not for the world to own.

She wore his flower
In her hair
Scent of amber
Sweetened the air
Her dress was white
Her feet bare
He found heaven
Waiting there
She is alive
In his painful sigh...

How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?