Heartbreak Quotes - Page 3

The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.

I look up at the sky and see everything I’ve ever lost,
waiting for me.

The passage is free for those who think you are not good enough for them: at your level, I think the best option is to sit back, relax and listen to a cool music, while watching them pack out of your life, and that's when you feel the intense release from the pit of hell.

I gasped and pointed the way. I gave you an adventure, Ed, right in front of you but you never saw it until I showed you, and that's why we broke up.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore.

If you live life so cautiously as to never fail, you end up failing at life itself.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance...at all.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.

When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour.

The closer he was the less confident I was.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

Of all my failures to offset the mortification of wanting, expecting, or caring too much, the most humiliating was having no real answer for the love of a good man. It humbled me.

What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.

Writing poetry was not my thing, for you my love every bit of my heart had to sing.

I have loved you without a reason beyond the limits of common sense and I have named you as my precious, my dream and my hope. And I have loved you in every poem that I have wrote and I have longed for you to read all the words that have pondered in my heart for I am nothing without you nothing but a perished soul.

My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire

Love is your addiction to an eternal longing for someone...A thirst which one cannot relinquish