Heartbreak Quotes - Page 9

Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.

Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat passed, and the laughter yet to come.

Wasting time over wasted time is just more wasted time...

...we named her Dorothy Ann. Dolly, for short. I kissed her warily, fearful of the pain of loving her, love her, though love her I did; fearful lest she hurt me by dying.

And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows.

A song that wrenches the heart finds a knowing ear and a liking heart.

If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so it can hold evermore wonders. -Andrew Harvey

The thought of you
being with someone else is
literally killing me.
And you couldn’t care less. Because
I am just one of the writhing bodies
that ruined your bed sheets.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

From the way that people have always talked about your heart being broken, it sort of seemed to be a one-time thing. Mine seemed to break all the time.

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.

Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don't give up on true love.

You'll always be the deepest scar on my heart.

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly.
...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.

When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know.

I wish there was some method to transform all the agony in my imprudent heart to an energy source. It would have lit up the world till eternity!!!

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

When the anesthesia of love wears off,
you suffer the pain of consequence.