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slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.
— Sanober  Khan
Your heart doesn't think. Your heart is stupid. It doesn't consider the relativity of tragedy when it breaks.
— Molly Ringwald
There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who wont any more and who always will. And in the end you will learn who is fake, who is true and who would risk it all for you.
— Moywaywa
The truth was that if the man came with a harsh past and an emptiness in his soul, she was metal to his magnet.
— Bella Andre, Candy Store
To people who think I’m happy, just look again; the scars of my past will lead you to a place no one knows, a place no other person can imagine, a place that echoes with the desolate cries of a lonely heart, a place where I’m being stabbed to death hundreds of times.
— Manoj Kumar Duppala, With You
When a heart breaks a substance spills out like cement and pours through the bloodstream, hardening everything. In time, I know my heart will mend and the rock inside will crack and crumble away. But for now I’m as solid as a column. And alone I stand.
— Sarah Noffke, Revived
Stab me in the heart; once, twice, more. For it is your own you are stabbing; I gave you mine to hold long ago. No pain will be greater than you leaving with my heart in your hands. Rip me apart or hold it for eternity, in the name of love.
— Anonymous
The only way I survive is to never stop moving. I make sure I'm always surrounded by others, so I won't have time to think and end up imploding like a dying star.
— Amy Plum, Die Once More
I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.
— Alexis  Hall, Waiting for the Flood
In the first book of the Bible it is written that: "The Lord regretted that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him to his heart.” In another translation it is written like this: "God was sorry that he had made the human race in the first place; it broke his heart.” "It grieved him to his heart.""It broke his heart."We grieved him to his heart. We broke his heart. God’s heart can be…broken? You cannot love without being vulnerable - because love involves the risk of the person you’re loving not loving you back, of rejecting you - and that hurts. That grieves you to your heart.God had created man, and He loved them - but they didn’t love Him back, and it broke His heart.
— Cole Ryan, Dating: I Think We've Missed The Point
(Divorce)We’ll remarry someday when we’ve grown, Like royalty who’ve earned the throne. An aisle made of gold, To have and to hold.My dress made of rags, A suit that’s so torn.All eyes are on me,But mine only on you. You give your hand,A king to his queen,But know this darling,Mulligans aren’t for the weak. By changing the rules,We’re changing the war,The wounds that we’ve known,Battle stains on the floor.But from this day on,The same as before, You are the apple,My eyes still adore.Worth more than one shot,Though we’ll face the worst a lot,Better days will come,If we stay and don’t run.And if a wave takes us out,I know we’ll figure it out. And if the current takes us in, I know we’ll do it all again.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading
Men who make all the decisions in a relationship are also the ones who will blame you when they don’t work out as they expected.
— Heather Chapple, Write like no one is reading
When you leave, I feel like I'm alone with your demons.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading
Now I just want it to end. I’ve always wanted the happy ending, but now I’ll just settle for the ending.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
Sure, occasionally a certain sappy song or romantic movie would come on, and you’d wonder what he or she was up to, but there was no way to know. Of course, you could always pick up the phone (and more recently, text or e-mail), but that would require that person’s knowing you were thinking of him or her. Where’s the fun in that? You never want them to know you’re thinking of them, so you refrain. Before long the memories start to fade. One day, you realize you can’t quite remember how she smelled or the exact color of his eyes. Eventually, without ever knowing it, you just forget that person altogether. You replace old memories with new ones, and life goes on. It was the clean break you needed to move forward.
— Brandi Glanville, Drinking and Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders
But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.
— Phar West Nagle
That's what it felt like---that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
It’s not easy,” she says, in that voice that mothers have, that mix of unwanted knowledge and small consolation. “Whatever you had—I don’t know exactly what it was, and that’s fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that’s okay. But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
You try getting any sympathy when you tell your best friends how much the self-avowed sadist broke your heart, how much pain she put you through. — Ivan E. Coyote to --------, 2004 (age 35)
— David Eso, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
My eyes are open and I’m not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn't want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it together. I wanted to melt down right at her feet and scream, Look what you've done to me.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
A song that wrenches the heart finds a knowing ear and a liking heart.
— Auliq Ice
Frantic and serene, vigilant and calm, wrung-out and fortified, explosive and sedate—love commands a vast army of moods. Hoping for victory, limping from the latest skirmish, lovers enter the arena once again. Sitting still, we are as daring as gladiators.
— Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of Love
It doesn’t work,” she continues, unclasping her hands, smoothing her skirt. “What you’re feeling right now doesn’t work. You can’t wander around and think the wandering will call them back. Believe me. I know you don’t want to hear the long view, but let me tell you. You are so young. I know it’s none of my business. But still.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.
— Phar West Nagle
I’m so sorry,” I continue. And it’s like the last word is a hurdle and I can’t leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.
— Phar West Nagle
I had stopped doing anything for myself. I no longer felt like an individual because for thirteen years, I was one-half of a “we.
— Brandi Glanville, Drinking and Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders
The word bollocks seems strong, punk rock, and imposing, but in reality, bollocks is always too tame to make much of an impact.
— Jennifer     Harrison, Perverse Wonderland
And finally, always remember that the other person started it.
— Brandi Glanville, Drinking and Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders
What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?
— Marie Lu, Champion
That's why they call it a heartbreak. Because you really feel like your heart is breaking. It's not just an emotion pain, it's a physical pain too.
— Jerilee Kaye, Knight in Shining Suit
I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.
— Andrea Gibson
Everyone wants to feel like they could destroy a small-to-medium-to-large part of someone who loves them.
— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing
She blows a heavy breath, her eyes so full of tears that if she blinked, they'd fall.And then she does.She blinks. They fall. I break.- Cam
— Jay McLean, More Than Forever
Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have? And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower. Slop. Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I'm deaf with it. Love is that aborting horror you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It's half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is you making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to say anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I'm through with you and I'm through with love. Your kind of picknose love. You writer.
— Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not
When true love broke my heart in half,I took the whiskey from the shelf,And told my neighbors when to laugh.I keep a dog, and bark myself.
— Theodore Roethke
Love does as it undoes. It goes after with equal tenacity: joy and heartbreak. Her happiness was his unhappiness and that's the unfair way it was.
— Jandy Nelson
Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat passed, and the laughter yet to come.
— Elyse Draper
You have found love in your heart - and out of small changes come great things.
— Alan Kinross, Longinus the Vampire: Redemption
The most surprising thing about breaking up is that you already know how to do it. Everything you need to know, you learned in kindergarten. Yours should always be better than his (especially when it comes to lawyers).
— Brandi Glanville, Drinking and Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders
I knew what he felt. The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.
— Katherine Dunn
...if you discover your partner is cheating, drink like it’s your last party, blame everyone else for your problems, let “binging” be your new favorite hobby, and, by all means, FUCKING PANIC.
— Brandi Glanville, Drinking and Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders
The greatest drawback to true love was that once true love unexpectedly ends there is no other romance that can replace it. Romance instead becomes a race, with one’s new beau consistently failing to meet up to the grand expectations set by the meaning of one’s existence. The only one.
— Denis Fitzpatrick, This Mirror in Me
I can't get his bonesto go down the fucking drain.I try to stuff the tiny holes,too tiny for this pain.I can't get his bonesto break any way for my gain.Break them back a little too far,never too far for the sake of sane.
— Casey Renee Kiser, Gutter Kisses and a Hug on Garbage Day
The moral of the story couldn’t be clearer: you already know if your partner is fucking around behind your back, you just need to decide if you’re done being a doormat. You need to wake up one morning and decide that those rose-colored glasses are so last fucking season.
— Brandi Glanville, Drinking and Tweeting and Other Brandi Blunders
Wake up people, you are sleeping your life away!
— Monika Zands
Two days ago, I was trying to decide how to ask him to marry me,” Zane whispered. “Tonight I’m trying to figure out if I can even love someone like him.
— Abigail Roux, Touch & Geaux
Her next words took me by surprise. I lay as still as I could, barely breathing, afraid that if I moved she would stop speaking her heart.“My mom wanted six children. She only got me, and that sucks for her because I was a total weirdo.”“You were not,” I said.She twisted her head up to look at me.“I used to line my lips in black eyeliner and sit cross-legged on the kitchen table … meditating.”“Not that bad,” I said. “Crying out for attention.”“Okay, when I was twelve I started writing letters to my birth mother because I wanted to be adopted.”I shook my head. “Your childhood sucked, you wanted a new reality.”She snorted air through her nose. “I thought a mermaid lived in my shower drain, and I used to call her Sarah and talk to her.”“Active imagination,” I countered. She was becoming more insistent, her little body wriggling in my grip.“I used to make paper out of dryer lint.”“Nerdy.”“I wanted to be one with nature, so I started boiling grass and drinking it with a little bit of dirt for sugar.”I paused. “Okay, that’s weird.”“Thank you!” she said. Then, she got serious again. “My mom just loved me through all of it.
— Tarryn Fisher, Thief
A sharp pain in her chest became more intoxicating with each breath she took. There it was. The reason she had forced herself to keep her distance from love. Why she had given up on trusting someone not to hurt her. Because a broken heart, no matter how figurative, was an unbearable pain to endure. And sometimes, no matter how much you want to be with someone, there’s never a guarantee that they want you back.
— Courtney Giardina, Holding on to Georgia
All her tormentings of me turned suddenly into sweetnesses, and who could torment like this exquisite fury, wondering in sudden flame why she could give herself to anyone, while I wondered only why she could give herself to me. It may be that I wondered over-much. Perhaps that was why I lost her.
— J.M. Barrie
I fell for you.You fell for me.Our friendship was just meant to be.I asked if you loved me, and you said you did.The next day you said that you wish you never did.I fell apart that very day, begging you to stay.You said no and pushed me away.Now this very day im glad you didnt stay
— Emma Taylor
She looked defeated, a castle stormed, torn down, with no one living inside. She looked like a hollowed-out creature, only shell and no soul.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, The Night After I Lost You
If they're dumb enough to walk away be , strong enough to let them go
— Various
The guilt fell upon him like a hammer to a nail. He dropped onto his bed, grabbing the picture frame that sat next to it. I’m sorry were the words that repeatedly came out of his mouth. All he could think was, how could he do that to her? To the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with. His stomach hurt just from thinking about it.
— Courtney Giardina, Holding on to Georgia
She had worried 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.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Untold
Expect nothing for no more heartbrakes.
— Amiel Sudario
Mistakes are like bad loves
—  the more you learn from them the more you wish they'd never happened.
Mistakes are like bad loves, the more you learn from them, the more you wish they’d never happened.
— Gregory David Roberts
No demigod can heal your heart."Aphrodite to Reyna, at Charleston
— Rick Riordan
I think a lover, when broken, is given a gift not a scar, not a poem, not a rhyme (unless it fits.) I think as humans, we see a set of hues but when wounded, we see something more: deeper shades of hurt and worry, colors never seen before. Because I can’t imagine a child could see the same black as a widower, and I don’t think healthy hearts know the true meaning of blue. When children close their eyes, they see a color they call empty. But in the eyelids of the bruised, the empty black’s a crowded room.
— Katya Polo, M: A Collection of Poems to Mark the End of an Era
No more heartbrakes, Your dead.
— Amiel Sudario
I love being alone when I Know Somebody make you smile.
— Amiel Sudario
Jase opened his door, stepped down, and leaned into her window. “Hungry?”Taking a big breath didn’t help when his sexy scent of cologne had hit her in the face. Hallelujah. “Yeah, I’m getting there.” “Let’s go. The cowboy just came to take you away.” He reached in and turned off the ignition, clasped her keys and opened the door. When she stepped out, he didn’t bother to move back any and they were close. This man was hot and not only his temperature. Whatever kind of chemistry radiated off him, soaked right into her.
— Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, Heartbreak's Reward
They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.
— Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun
My heart leaves, hitchhikes right out of my body, heads north, catches a ferry across the Bering Sea and plants itself in Siberia with the polar bears and ibex and long-horned goats until it turns into a teeny-tiny glacier. Because I imagined it.
— Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun
This is the truth of the world: you can spend years devoting your time and love to someone. You can take care of them willingly and happily. You can think you know them as well as they know themselves. You can trust them entirely. But no one, absolutely no one, will ever change unless they want to, and some are incapable of change- no matter who they are, or what they meant to you. Broken people will always find a way to justify their selfish ways. There is no such thing as a promise.
— Kels Adeline Sapp
Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.
— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
Love doesn't go away just because you realize you can't be with someone
— Lexi Ryan, Fall to You
i hate that its my favorite thing to watch her, because it shouldn't be. It triggers all these what-ifs in my head, and my mind begins imagining things it shouldn't be imagining...
— Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday
These feelings...the ugly feelings in my heart...should have been blown away...and buried deep in the sands...
— Rei Tōma, Dawn of the Arcana, Vol. 9
There are many days when all the awful things that happen make you sick at heart, when the path before you is so steep you can’t bear to look. Not even love can rescue a person from that.
— Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen
Today I gave you an hour. A year ago I would have given you an eternity.
— Rachel Van Dyken, Elicit
I think it would shock most people if they really knew what we have each survived by the time we graduate high school.
— Jennifer Elisabeth
I don't want this heart, it's split in two.
— Samantha Young, Smokeless Fire
I push him from my mind. This is no act of easy omission on my part
—  I do not consign him casually to a forgotten past. It is rather an act of will--a kind of self-performed surgery on my soul...the bloodiest of mutilations.
I didn't fall in love with you tate, I flew..
— Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love
people don't get to choose who they fell in love with. they only get to choose who they stay in love with..
— Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday
It takes two to tango, and if you dance too long, implosion is inevitable.
— Allie Burke, Paper Souls
Heartbreak comes in many forms: infidelity, lies, or a simple, old fashioned break-up. But, there's another reason no one ever thinks about when it comes to heartbreak. It's something that outweighs the fear of being alone, and tells the brokenhearted individual that he or she will never find love again.
— J.E. Bolton, Best Thing I Never Had
How quickly pettiness returns, and that most ignoble form of real estate, the possessive occupation and tyranny over two square inches of human flesh, the wife's cunt.
— Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
Logan looked at her and wondered how someone so beautiful could be so oblivious to their own beauty, how someone so smart could be so foolish to the extent of their own intellect and how someone so loving and compassionate could ever think she wasn’t worthy of love? It was like watching a blind man trapped and wandering aimlessly and helplessly in a scorching hot desert unable to see the small puddle of water that lay just a foot away. The only difference was that she had eyes. Two beautiful ones, yet she could not see. Is that what madness was? Was it to be able to view and appreciate every form of beauty but to be blind to the value and exquisiteness of one’s own? Logan believed in many forms of insanity but he knew in that instant watching her trembling frame on the train tracks that hers, that her illness, surpassed any clinical or psychological term known. Maybe she did suffer from depression or bipolar or schizophrenia. Who knew? All he was certain of in that moment that she suffered from no greater illness than the blindness of the heart.
— Ali Harper
Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?
— Donna Lynn Hope
Logan felt like Icarus. He had never felt so free and blissfully alive as he did whenever he was with her. The closer he got to her the higher and happier he felt. Even at the mention of her name his heart would pound incessantly and all the giddy feelings he didn’t quite understand would suddenly reemerge. Every glance upon her blinding beauty cast a shadow upon every other girl for him. Everyone else paled in comparison to her. With every passing moment he had somehow discovered something new and exciting about her. With her by his side he could feel the light breeze flapping against his sides and the warmth of sunshine beating down on his handsome face. This is what it meant to be truly awake. This is what it meant to be in love. But just like Icarus he had gotten too close and had crashed and burned. As he lay crippled in the aftermath of his own destruction he wondered what hurt more the aching pangs of physical pain his body had been subjected to or the raw burning sensation he felt in his heart. He had gladly given her his heart and in return she threw it back in pieces claiming it wasn’t enough. That he wasn’t enough.
— Ali Harper, Breaking Bedlam
It is so heartbreaking what we do to children in this world
—  how they are destroyed.
As the doctors told him, he wanted to scream out loud and cry. He held his heavy head up and clenched his teeth and fists. “Men don’t cry,” his grandpa used to say. “Men don’t cry.” �8But he cried. Like a baby. He cried till he could feel cracks in his heart as he breathed. He cried till he knew he would never love again.
— Thisuri Wanniarachchi, The Terrorist's Daughter
Hey, it’s Col. I’m standing in a soybean field outside of Gutshot, Tennessee, which is a long story, and it’s hot. K. I’m standing here sweating like I had hyperhidrosis, that disease where you sweat a lot. Crap. That’s not interesting. But anyway, it’s hot, and so I’m thinking about cold to stay cool. And I was remembering walking through the snow coming back from the ridiculous movie. Do you remember that, K? We were on Giddings, and the snow made it so quiet, I couldn’t hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it’s hot, and dead quiet again, and I love you still.
— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?
— Megan Abbott, Dare Me
How starved you must have been that my heart became a meal for your ego.
— Amanda Torroni
People say love isn’t supposed to be painful. But maybe the best things in life are the ones that hurt the most after they’re gone.
— Julie   Johnson, Say the Word
But I have made a study of Shadowhunters now, over the past century, and let me tell you that we are more human than most human beings. When our hearts break, they break into shards that cannot be easily fit back together. I envy mundanes their resilience sometimes.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
I would cry if I could, but instead I just feel my heart rip apart.
— Siobhan Davis, True Calling
Someone once told her there's a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it's half as long as the time you've been together. Hadley has her doubts about how accurate this could possibly be, a calculation so simple for something as complicated as heartbreak.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
To think that two bodies, crooked by life into question marks, when encountering one another did not form a heart.. To do that, all we needed was to look each other in the eye. But you looked away.
— Anna Jae
Heartbreak was the worst. It was worse than a cord wrapped around the wheel on you computer chair.
— Maisey Yates, Crazy, Stupid Sex
He missed her, a longing that tore deep into him. He resented her He wondered endlessly what might have happened. He changed, curled more inwardly into himself. He was, by turns, inflamed by anger, twisted by confusion, withered by sadness.
— Chimanda Ngozi Adichie
Love's a game where the odds are permanently fixed. The house always wins, and anyone stupid enough to sit at the table is lucky if they walk away with their soul intact.
— Kathleen Peacock, Thornhill
A broken hand works, but not a broken heart.
— Persian Proverb
But now, at this moment, you can't hook your boat to mine, 'cause I'm liable to sink us both. (222)
— Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of themoon.It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing hecould be told.It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know.It was a page he had found in the handbook of heartbreak.
— Wallace Stevens
If someone leaves you, don't be depressed. They just did not deserve you. And always remember, "Whatever happens, happens for the best".
— Raynold Manuel
Nature is fine in love, fine as in thin and delicate, as in not firm. We move to attach, more than we understand, to things and people we love that we feel might be an anchoring point for this fine, precious love. When those anchors disappear, a part of us disappears, too. Well, that’s how it was for me at least.
— Lauren Roedy Vaughn, OCD, the Dude, and Me
It went on and on; intentionally, unintentionally, it didn't matter. The end was the same: broken people left in pieces, lives fractured, love bludgeoned.
— Wendy Jones, The Thoughts and Happenings of Wilfred Price, Purveyor of Superior Funerals
You know, the heart is meant to be your life support, I was a fool to give her my heart. She affected my life support greatly and I know that I will never be the same without her again.
— Joshua Pérez
I still wake longing for your touchSkin open wound rawbecause I was told that's the only way to heal.I couldn't tame youyou weren't meant for domesticationmeant to roam freebut I still rememberthe first time you said "I love you"a whisper barely audibleafraid of choking on your wordsor mineyou preferred me voicelessblank stare submissiveswallowing back years of lost timewaiting for you to change.
— Nancy Arroyo Ruffin, Letters to My Daughter: A Collection of Short Stories and Poems about Love, Pride, and Identity
It is just that I don’t know how I could live without the hope of her. It would be like learning to live with wooden legs.
— George Eliot, Middlemarch
Breathe, Believe and Bounce Back
— Julie Clinton
God's got a lot of explaining to do. Of course, God never explains. When life breaks your heart, you're just supposed to pick up the pieces and start all over, I guess.
— Mary Doria Russell, Children of God
To an unmoored, middle-aged man like myself, it was heart-breaking. That’s all right. I like to have my heart broken.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Does he make you see stars?’ he asks in a low voice. ‘Does he call you his north star? Because that’s what you are to me. You’re the reason I made it home.
— Mila Gray, Come Back to Me
Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.
— Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid
This is all. It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn't do - and wouldn't last.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?
— Virgil, The Aeneid
And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows.
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
What plagues people is not those who don't love them, but those who do.
— Michael    Gilbert, Perfected Sinfulness
I’m clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I’m hurting now, he’ll hurt ten times worse. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.
— Jenny Han, Fire with Fire
A broken heart is probably tougher the second time around but just remember those pieces will come together again. The hurt and pain will fade. You will then remember how strong you are. You will thank a broken heart someday, remember that.
— Aline Alzime
Once bitten, twice shy. Once caring, twice cry.Once beloved, can’t deny—heart broken, twice die.
— Wendy Beck, 9th Life
there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak. I am left shut, the quietest of blossoms.
— Stella Padnos
Don’t try to lie to your heart because one day, it’ll eat you up - Marina
— Diyar Harraz, After the Storm
How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?
— Daria Snadowsky, Anatomy of a Boyfriend
every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heart break and tears
— Kami Garcia
I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.
— Laura     Miller, For All You Have Left
I have googled 'how long does heartbreak last?' The result more popular than that was 'how long does heartburn last?' This implies people suffer from heartburn more than they do heartbreak which is a good thing because heartbreak sucks way fucking more than acid reflux ever could.
— Alexa Chung, It
Every storm has a beginning, every storm has a perfect moment of bliss and every storm has a destructive end.
— Len  Webster, Thirty-Eight Days
Teach me how to love you so goodour hearts will be beatingthunderouslyagainst our ribcagesstraining to get out.For so long I have only knownhow to hurt.There are scars on my body likeconstellations. The one on my hip was from when I was sixand I learned my parents were the Titanic and the iceberg.My wrist has a faint bruisereminding me of when I gave myselfto a boy who crashed and burnedand took me down with him.Heartbreak sounds a lot likea slamming door.Show me it doesn’t have to be this way,I want to be proven wrong.Teach me how to love right.
— Tina Tran
I'm dumping the whole box back into your life Ed, every item of you and me. I'm dumping this box on your porch, Ed, but it's you, Ed, who is getting dumped.
— Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up
Do me the kindness of at least scraping me from the bottom of your shoes.
— Kels Adeline Sapp
I've been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures are All I can feelRemembering You standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell inHolding you close How I always held close in your fearRemembering You running soft through the night You were bigger and brighter and wider than snowAnd screamed at the make-believe Screamed at the skyAnd you finally found all your courage To let it all goRemembering You fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone whiteSo delicate Lost in the cold You were always so lost in the darkRemembering You how you used to be Slow drowned You were angelsSo much more than everything Hold for the last time then slip away quietly Open my eyes But I never see anythingIf only I'd thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart If only I'd thought of the right wordsI wouldn't be breaking apart All my pictures of youLooking so long at these pictures of you But I never hold on to your heart Looking so long for the words to be trueBut always just breaking apartMy pictures of youThere was nothing in the worldThat I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heartThere was nothing in the world That I ever wanted moreThan to never feel the breaking apartAll my pictures of you
— Boris Williams
She slammed down the phone. The sharp bang shattered my heart like a bottle hitting the sidewalk
— Susan Crandall, Whistling Past the Graveyard
Heartbreak is stupid and impossible. Hearts don't break. Hearts squeeze, they wrench, they ache, they shrivel. Hearts pull apart in wet chunks like canned tomatoes.
— Jael McHenry
I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face.
— Craig  Stone, Life Knocks
I was just another lost soul screaming through the paper thin hotel walls into the ears of the fucked.
— Craig  Stone, Life Knocks
And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened. And then it hits me again, every single time, that you aren’t there anymore. That I lost that one thing that mattered to me.
— Elisabeth Van den Abeele
There will be times when it seems that it would be best to just call him and see how he’s doing. Don’t deceive yourself, you don’t care about how he’s doing, you’re just craving him, don’t do it. You’ll only hurt yourself.
— Osayi Emokpae Lasisi, Because You Deserve Love
The human heart is the only thing whose worth increases the more it is broken.
— Shakieb Orgunwall
I'm writing it in a letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.
— Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up
As time goes by, westart to see more clearly,and are able to see thatit wasn’t all bad, and thatperhaps just perhapsthe breakup was a gift.
— Osayi Emokpae Lasisi, Because You Deserve Love
We must all get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Ladies: There are some men who will listen to all of your desires simply to use them to control you. #LearnToDiscernListen to what he does, Watch what he says and avoid the heartbreak.
— A.H. Carlisle III, Listen to What He Does, Watch What He Says
My heart's cracking apart all over again because of the way I've missed him.
— Jolene Perry, My Heart for Yours
No wheelchair can support damaged self-esteem until it learns to stand upright. No cane can help emotions limp along until they can walk. A cast or brace can't protect a vulnerable spirit, and not even the strongest painkiller can stop the ache cause by a failed relationship. No, the only way a broken heart mends itself is with stitches of time and the sticky tape of hastily rearranged dreams.
— Jay Bell, Something Like Spring
Of all my failures to offset the mortification of wanting, expecting, or caring too much, the most humiliating was having no real answer for the love of a good man. It humbled me.
— Michelle Orange, This Is Running for Your Life: Essays
I need you like the day needs the night" -Quinn O'Shea
— Tammy Morea, August Moon
Without the dark we'd never see the stars.
— Tammy Morea, August Moon
People will always walk their own road and you cannot drag them onto yours. But, if you happen to wander into the path of a good person, you best take your mask off and shine or I promise, they will just walk on by.
— Ava Ayers, Pretty Hate
Charity knew that she had to be up early in the morning. And she knew that a weepy, silly, ridiculously old-fashioned love story was not the thing to watch with a broken heart. Nevertheless, she watched. And wept. And was still smiling when she fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, with the remote in her hand and the telly still going.
— Elizabeth Jane Howard, Mr. Wrong
i promise you that i won't promise you anymore.,,,
— Rahul Yadav
I think I miss Ben,” she told Lauren one night. “No, you don’t,” Lauren said. “But sometimes, I really think I do.” Lauren sighed. “Isabella, you miss the essence of a boy. That’s all.
— Jennifer Close, Girls in White Dresses
I have been heartbroken once and it has affected all of my relationships from there on. But now I look at it as an occupational hazard. If you are in the meat market at some point you are gonna get mad cow disease.
— Dominic Monaghan
Only after a person has their heart broken does the world appear as it truly is.
— Michael    Gilbert, Perfected Sinfulness
That is when time stands still - when you watch the one you love, walk away.
— Mallika Nawal, I'm a Woman & I'm on SALE
Not every love comes to a successful conclusion.
— Santosh Kalwar, That's My Love Story
If I blink she'll disappear," he told her. She looked at him and said,"Maybe that is the best thing for you.
— Donna Lynn Hope
DANWhat do you want?ALICETo be loved.DANThat simple?ALICE It's a big want.
— Patrick Marber, Closer
My mother calls it the pretty hate.It comes on you like a fever when someone you love up and leaves you with nothing but silence. You turn the hate on yourself as you cannibalize your heart while the rage burns through you and polishes your desperation into a diamond. It is one of the cruelest things in the world to do to another human being.Don’t do that.
— Ava Ayers, Pretty Hate
You're lucky. You're getting this over with now. You only fall in love for the first time once.""That's very Taylor Swift of you," I say.
— Jennifer Salvato Doktorski, How My Summer Went Up in Flames
We run through the remnants of our pain, and more importantly, we run for our present and for our future.Together we kick heartbreak's ass.
— Jessica Park, Left Drowning
The guaranteed cure for heartbreak: find pain that’s much, much worse.
— Will McIntosh, Love Minus Eighty
our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us
— John Geddes
Our hearts will be broken a thousand times over, but who is to say that our hearts were ever perfect to begin with? Maybe they can withstand a few cracks. After all, the way that we love is not perfect. We love things to such an incomprehensible depth that these things become worn in. Wouldn’t the most beautiful thing in the world be a heart that has been through all of the wear and tear, as worn in as your favorite sweater that both keeps you warm and grants you a smile in return? That’s the kind of heart that I want. Bruises make for beautiful colors after all.
— Elizabeth Brooks
I'd rather meander through a pit of vipers than love one more person, but since I'm on the subject of snakes, we all know one, or are one.
— Donna Lynn Hope
What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.
— Meredith T. Taylor
And just in general, I'm better. Better than I've been since Bram died, and in some ways better than I was even before that. No, Lulu didn't break my hear. But I'm beginning to wonder if in some roundabout way, she fixed it.
— Gayle Forman, Just One Year
Tonight they granted at least one wish,” I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. “I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are…or I am…I will only ever love you.
— Cassandra Giovanni
I took one last look at the man who owned my body and soul for so many years. His face twisted into a mask of sheer devastation. I wanted to reach out and console him, to say everything would work out. It wouldn’t though, not until he put his family before his career.“I never thought our love story had an end,” Luke said faintly.Clicking the door shut, I slid down the wooden frame into a heap on the floor. Sobs racked my body as I echoed the same sentiments in my head. Our love story shouldn’t have had an end. Only a beginning.
— Nicole Simone, Love of a Rockstar
Honesty is nothing more than a party trick, and you know how much I love to dance.
— Elizabeth Brooks
A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces
— John Geddes
Daughter, that's life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. All any of us can do is to try to be ur best, and to learn from our mistakes, as well as our victories
— P.C. Cast, Revealed
Has it tortured you as much as it's tortured me?" He asked. "Don't call it torture when it's self-inflicted. You always have a choice.
— Donna Lynn Hope
The heart is heaviest when it’s emptyand lightest when it’s full
— Helen Scott Taylor, A Clockwork Fairytale
Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.
— Elizabeth Brooks
My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.
— Marie Lu, Prodigy
I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.
— Sade Andria Zabala
It's a certain tragedy when agony and resentment are all you have left connecting you to someone you once loved.
— J.S.B. Morse, Now and at the Hour of Our Death
If you spend enough time with someone who doubts you, you can't help but believe them.
— J.S.B. Morse, Now and at the Hour of Our Death
Could you really love two different people at once? Could you split your heart in half?
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation.
— Sade Andria Zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes
That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
Love is only made more valuable by the risk of heartbreak.
— Alessandra Torre
And the next time I reach for my pen,it won’t be to write about you again.The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,and I will get drunk on the colors of the skyinstead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers’ lips.
— Sade Andria Zabala
I am the girlyou fool around with,before you meetthe love of your life.
— Sade Andria Zabala
And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything.
— Donna Lynn Hope
I hate that I got dealt shitty parents! I hate how you make me feel like scum! I hate that you’re always running away from me! And I hate that I ever fucking gave you the power to destroy me!
— Adriana Law, Chasing Memories
Everyone who loves risks losing their heart every minute of every day.
— Carolyn Haines, Bones To Pick
Aditya warned, 'Be careful Nandini. Don't fall in love with the wrong man or you'll die of a broken heart.
— Varsha Dixit, Right Fit Wrong Shoe
A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.
— Meljean Brook, The Iron Duke
And my heart is breakingMy heart is lying on the floor in a pool of tearsI keep asking the same questions only to have them unanswered
— Paula Heller Garland
For Love surely lies heartbroken at all the tears cried in its name, the curses flung at its efforts...there is nothing wrong with love; there is just something wrong with us.
— Sinovuyo Nkonki, Crooked Halo
Whenever, I think It's Over But I find Its begin.....
— Rahul R Singh
Life is like a race, whenever I found a finish line, I lose, bcoz I'm last.. :(
— Rahul R Singh
It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - "I love you" - on an innocent party who didn't ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it's like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move.
— Rachel Cohn, You Know Where to Find Me
No amount of soul searching would fix my past. There was no magical Band-Aid I could stick on my heart, no special glue I could use to make myself whole again. I had shattered to pieces like a fragile vase on concrete; some fragments could be roughly cobbled back together, but many of my vital parts had simply turned to dust, pulverized and scattered by the first gust of wind.
— Julie   Johnson, Like Gravity
A Very Short Song Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.
— Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker
I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?
— Faraaz Kazi
It can be stolen, but never bought.It can be given, but never taken.It can be stepped on, but cannot walk .It can fly, but has no wings.It can sing, but has no voice.It can be broken, but still it work s.It can be left, even while it follows.And though it’s easily commanded, it can never, ever be demanded.
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Inferno
My acupuncturist once told me that it doesn't have to hurt to work. She might have meant the needles, but I think she really meant love.
— Erica Goros, The Daisy Chain
This isn’t Sex and the City, and life isn’t a Nicholas Sparks novel. The best kind of love is one that is calming on the spirit, easy on the heart, fulfilling and completing.
— Hope Alcocer
Why?” I asked, confused. Why did he care?“Why what?”“Why was he having a panic attack?”She stared at me with her eyes wide before she leaned in. “Lila…because he thought he’d lost you; he thought you were dead.”“He didn’t have me to lose.” My breathing picked up as the emotional pain tightened my chest. “He threw me away.
— K.I. Lynn, Infraction
And I watched the first man I ever kissed walk away from me forever. My heart full of nothing but regret, my brain full of nothing but reassurance that I was making the right choice, and my voice, completely void of any will to call him back.
— Molli Fields, Returning Home
And after that, you don't feel the same toward the other person any longer.
— George Orwell, 1984
The ending is coming. I can feel it. I don’t know if I can take it this time. But then again, I say that every time and yet, every time I take it. And, I come back to her again for more. I will take whatever time I can get with her. I will do that for a lifetime. I will. I know that much about myself. She is my water. I can never get enough of her, and it appears that I will die trying to love her, to keep her, to hold her with me, even though our time together seems to evaporate so swiftly. It slips through our fingers so damn fast that we don’t even have time to savor it when we’re together.
— Katherine Owen, This Much is True
I stand still for a long time, holding the note, and let it all sink in. Her leaving is almost palpable like a gale-force wind that’s rolled into my life in the span of a single evening and left behind all this incalculable destruction, both inside and out. Yes, the tempest has passed, but the air around me feels different. I can hardly breathe. Nothing is the same without her. As the lone survivor of her particular storm, I begin to wonder just exactly what I’m supposed to do now.
— Katherine Owen, This Much is True
Eyes can shed tears to reduce its pain while blubbering but what about my hearts, it does not have such capability...it only wept into frustration and frustration
— Prakhar Srivastav
There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all,I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.
— Mrinaal
Say it.""Don't do this to me..." I whispered painfully. "We can't do this again.""You're a horrible liar," Eli growled as he pressed his fingers into my thighs. He watched me, his gaze all-consuming, and said, "Your eyes are as dark as a castle moat by midnight, mi cielo. Lower your drawbridge and let me cross; let me in.""Eli, I-""Forget him. For the next hour and a half, you're going to do everything that makes you wonder in this world. And then I'm going to love you again.
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
I understand it, but I don't like it. I wish we could all be together like before: best friends, not heartbroken strangers.
— Amy Plum, If I Should Die