Broken Heart Quotes - Page 8

Rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac.

A tree that is unbending, is easily broken.

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

In seeking absolute truth we aim at the unattainable and must be content with broken portions.

Truth always originates in a minority of one, and every custom begins as a broken precedent.

I had to get over [him]. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my heart. I'd shed a lot of tears over [him], lost a lot of sleep, eaten a lot of cake batter. Somehow, I had to move on. [Life] would be hell if I didn't shake loose from the grip he had on my heart. I most definitely didn't want to keep feeling this way, alone in a love affair meant for two. Even if he'd felt like The One. Even if I'd always thought we'd end up together. Even if he still had a choke chain on my heart.

For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to quiet, And gave me roughage in my diet, And tucked me in my bed at eight, And clipped my hair, and marked my weight, And watched me as I sat and stood: That I might grow to womanhood To hear a whistle and drop my wits And break my heart to clattering bits.

What becomes of the broken-hearted? They buy shoes.

When the lights don't glow the same way that they used to and I finally get a moment to myself, I will realize you were everything I'm missing and you'll tell me you're in love with someone else.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker of The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum, Puny, green, and tart, Droops upon its wizened stem My lean, unripened heart.

Love is a promise delivered already broken.

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

Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative

I guess you could write a good song if your heart hadn't been broken, but I don't know of anyone whose heart hasn't been broken.

Why don't you try to do without him, why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.

It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw. The second you meet someone that you're going to fall in love with you deliberately become a moron. You do this in order to fall in love, because it would be impossible to fall in love with any human being if you actually saw them for what they are.