Quotes on Heartbroken

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

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

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

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?

If you are sad, if you are heartbroken, make yourself up, dress up, add more lipstick and attack.

I thought when love for you died, I should die._x000D_ _x000D_ It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.

Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head.

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.