Quotes on Heart Breaking

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.

What do you think an artist is? ...he is a political being, constantly aware of the heart breaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.

It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love for the beauty of the world at its most beautiful, and, beyond that, for that beauty east of the sun and west of the moon which is past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of Being itself and what lies at the heart of Being.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

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

Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.

What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.