Broken Heart Quotes - Page 12

You have to think with the heart.

When you break the heart of the philosopher, you must apply great force and cunning strategy, but when the deed is completed, the heart lies in great stony ruin at your feet. If you succeed in breaking it, the job is done once and for all. It will not be repaired.

Would you love a man of a broken shell after the passing of a women's soul?

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.

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

Arbitrary power is like most other things which are very hard, very liable to be broken.

It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?

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

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

It's a surer way to a woman's heart to be interested in what she's thinking than what she's wearing or not wearing.

I think only stupid people have good relationships.

Those who are born of parents broken with old age, or of such as are not yet ripe or are too young, or of drunkards, soft or effeminate men, want a great and liberal ingenuity or wit.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

I break up very well. I am a good breaker-upper.

My heart has been stolen too - but I've gone and got it back every single time!

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

I look back to when I got divorced in the late 1970s. When that happened, I was so broken up. After that, I decided to seek God for my life and my next marriage.

Love: a grave mental disease.

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Love is a kind of warfare.

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

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