Quotes on Broken Heart

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.

A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.

Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.

Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.

But from a distance. I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,_x000D_ _x000D_ My tears like vinegar,_x000D_ _x000D_ Or the bitter blinking yellow_x000D_ _x000D_ Of an acetic star._x000D_ _x000D_ Tonight the caustic wind, love,_x000D_ _x000D_ Gossips late and soon,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I wear the wry-faced pucker of_x000D_ _x000D_ The sour lemon moon._x000D_ _x000D_ While like an early summer plum,_x000D_ _x000D_ Puny, green, and tart,_x000D_ _x000D_ Droops upon its wizened stem_x000D_ _x000D_ My lean, unripened heart.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.

In seeking absolute truth we aim at the unattainable and must be content with broken portions.

God is with the broken-hearted. When your heart breaks, it’s a good thing – the breaking of the heart is what opens it up to the light of Allah. The dunya is designed to break your heart, to crush it.

Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either.

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.