Broken Heart Quotes - Page 6

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

Germany expected that at the most a day or so would see Belgian resistance broken and the dash on Paris begun. It was not safe to start such a forward rush with Belgium unconquered.

Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

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

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It can go on forever.

Congratulations. I knew the record would stand until it was broken.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

I love to shop after a bad relationship. I don't know. I buy a new outfit and it makes me feel better. It just does. Sometimes I see a really great outfit, I'll break up with someone on purpose.

The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.

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

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.

If a man is tongue-tied, don't laugh at him, but, rather, feel pity for him, as you would for a man with broken legs.

It's easy to be led astray when you're so broken. People take advantage of you.

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.

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.