Explore Quotes on Broken Heart

Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.

For God to mend your broken heart you must give him ALL the pieces. You can't hold any back.

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

They say for every light on Broadway there is a broken heart, an unrealized dream. And that’s the same in any profession. So you have to want it more than anyone else, and you have to be your own champion, be your own superstar, blaze your own path, say yes to opportunity, follow your instincts, be eager, and passionate, keep learning, nurture your real, lasting relationships, don’t be a jerk, and free your imagination so you can become all that you want to be.

Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Marriage is a desperate thing.

Since you went the sun refuses to shine The sky joins me in weeping for your absence All our pleasure is gone with you ... Silence reigns everywhere ... Oh come back! Already the shepherds and their flocks call for you! Come back soon, or it will be winter in May.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.

Boy Meets Girl, So What?

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol.

It must happen to everyone. The last time you make love, you can't know it will be the last.

And then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her. Unless she could break out, she must die most fearfully, walled up in horror. And he was the wall. She must break down the wall. She must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last. It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.

She thought that this man was her savior, that he had come to her at a time in her life when her life demanded completion, an end, a permanent fixing of all that was troubled and shifting and deadly. And yet it was absurd to think this. No person could save another. So she drew back from him and released him.

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

Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.