Heart Broke Quotes

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Let’s just say that I’ve had my heart broken more than once, and never learned a thing.

I don’t think I’ve ever had my heart broken, because I’m a man. I laughed it off, and then went and had sex with about 16 women, all unprotected.

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.

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

And then I think we realized, like any young guys, that blues are not learned in a monastery. You’ve got to go out there and get your heart broke and then come back and then you can sing the blues.

The heart was made to be broken.

I’ve never had my heart broken. And I don’t want to have my heart broken. I’m afraid of it. Even when I break someone else’s heart, I’m really upset about it. And I’m not even feeling half of what they are.

When you have your heart broken wide, you are also open to things of beauty as well as things of sadness. Once people are not here physically, the spiritual remains, we still connect, we can communicate, we can give and receive love and forgiveness. There is love after someone dies.

How many of us have had our hearts broken for whatever reason yet find the courage to continue to reach out for love. Emotional vulnerability is true strength to me.

They always say the hottest love has the coldest end.

Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes… just be an illusion.

How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet – it’s gone.

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

Don’t cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won’t let you see the stars.

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

Sometimes we get our hearts broken, only to have the right person come along to mend them.

A heart renewed–a loving heart–a penitent and humble heart–a heart broken and contrite, purified by love–that and only that is the rest of men. Spotlessness may do for angels, repentance unto life is the highest that belongs to man.

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.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

I guess I am attracted to older women. I’m looking for a 40-something who has had her heart broken two or three hundred times. She’s going to be fun!

Nobody goes through life without having their heart broken and one day you’ll wake up and it’ll be okay.

I don’t take relationships too seriously, but everyone else seems to. And when you get your heart broken, it’s like the end of the world. And I look at it as that was one moment in your life, one chapter. That person helped you grow and figure out what kind of person you want to be with in the future.

People who say “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” never felt a broken heart.

I’ve never had my heart broken. It’s a very sad state of affairs. I think everybody should have their heart broken. I don’t think it says anything good about me at all.

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken – and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.

With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who’d love me.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.

YEAH! It’s really hard to write heart broken songs when you’re happily married

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream — whatever that dream might be.

I was heart broken, scared, I had a lot of anxiety, I was worried, I felt weak, and I had no idea how I was ever going to come up with the strength. But I just closed my eyes, and took a blind leap. I knew I had to get out of there.

Faith of Cranes is a love song to the beauty and worth of the lives we are able to lead in the world just as it is, troubled though it be… The writing is honest, intensely lived, and overflowing with heart: broken, mended, and whole.

Think about any attachments that are depleting your emotional reserves. Consider letting them go.

People think first love is sweet, and never sweeter than when that first bond snaps. You’ve heard a thousand pop and country songs that prove the point; some fool got his heart broke. Yet that first broken heart is always the most painful, the slowest to mend, and leaves the most visible scar. What’s so sweet about that?

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.

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

I will always believe in love and I don’t care what happens to me or how many times I get my heart broken, or how many breakup songs I write, I’m always going to believe that someday I am going to meet somebody who is actually right for me and he’s going to be wonderful and it’s going to work out.

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.

It’s easier to write about heartbreak after you’ve had your heart broken. You have more material to draw from, you can extrapolate from your own experiences and make reasonable assumptions about how your characters would feel and act.

You have to think with the heart.

There are many persons ready to do what is right because in their hearts they know it is right. But they hesitate, waiting for the other fellow to make the make the first move – and he, in turn, waits for you.

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.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You don’t. It doesn’t work. One day, you wake up, and you’ve learned how to store it, and you go to another part of the heart.

Only after a person has their heart broken does the world appear as it truly is.

A world’s full of broken hearts. That’s all this is. I wondered if there was anyone above the age of say, 18, in the world who hadn’t had their hearts broken at some point.

Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

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.

When people don’t know what you are, you get your heart broken daily.

I like how someone once said being a Christian is not about having new ideas but having new eyes. This is the ability to have our hearts broken with the things that break the heart of God. That is part of what it means to be a Christian.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

Anyone who has had their heart broken learns to keep a little safety area. Even now in my relationship, I have something I can call my own in case something goes wrong. You need a place to retreat to.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl’s heart.

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

There is no pain like the first time you get your heart broken.

She had worried that she would break if her heart broke, but she wasn’t broken. she had lost everything, but she was not lost. It seemed a worthwhile thing to know.

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

Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

I never mind the accusations of domesticity, as long as people recognise that all of us, even the luckiest, will live lives in which we have our hearts broken, suffer the loss of loved ones, worry ourselves half to death about our kids.

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I’m still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you’d never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

The act of looking is brave. Especially if you look at things you can’t handle. I think that most people do not look. If you’re really paying attention you could have your heart broken twelve times a day. Most of the time we aren’t looking.

Brains are like hearts – they go where they are appreciated.

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

Mine is only one of the millions of hearts broken over the death of Whitney Houston. I will always be grateful and in awe of the wonderful performance she did on my song and I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, ‘Whitney, I will always love you. You will be missed.’