Heartbreak Quotes and Quotations
You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.
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 withering, of tarnishing.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.
Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.
Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest.
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.
Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.
An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.
Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
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 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.
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Trouble is a part of life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
If you love someone, let them go. If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don't, their love was never yours to begin with.
Let no one who loves be called unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
One reason people get divorced is that they run out of gift ideas.
A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all pains, the greatest pain it is to love, but love in vain.
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 - it's gone.
I know that thete are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
The Lord is close to those whose hearts are breaking.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But oh they love the better still The few our Father sends!
There is no sorrow like a love denied Nor any joy like love that has its will.
If it hurts, it isn't love.
He who has never experienced hurt, cannot experience true love.
You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.
A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.
When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they "don't understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Lips that taste of tears, they say are the best for kissing.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief. . . and unspeakable love.
Love is a great poet, its resources are inexhaustible, but if the end it has in view is not obtained, it feels weary and remains silent.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.