Broken Heart Quotes - Page 15

Since you walked out on me I'm getting lovelier by the hour. I glow like a corpse in the dark. No one sees how round and sharp my eyes have grown how my carcass looks like a glass urn, how I hold up things in the rags of my hands, the way I can stand through crippled by lust. No, there's just your cruelty circling my head like a bright rotting halo.

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

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.

And now you've lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive.

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

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.

There's no me if there's no me and you.

Marriage is a desperate thing.

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

I will find a way to you if it kills me if it kills me if it kills me (I think it might kill me).

That's how it is with relationships, it's a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as Simon shut the door. Doesn't make it any easier though.

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

The harder they hit, the more encouraged I get.

I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

It's the nature of hearts to break. It's in their job description. When a heart is doing what it's supposed to be doing, it holds nothing back. And sometimes it gets broken.

When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.

You put the tea in the kettle and light it. Put your hand on the metal and feel it.. but do you even feel it anymore?

He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.

True love was beyond the bars, but a facsimile of it came with no suffering at all.

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.

... love was an illusion which civilization had produced to give a little order to the frequency of the sex act.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.