In the absence of love, there is nothing worth fighting for.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
For every dream of yours that you make come true, you'll pay the price in heartbreak.
I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.
If it hurts, it isn't love.
Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love.
Now, granted, there are still as many heartbreaking things going on. There are so many things in the Obama administration to be sick over that certainly didn't change. And also our media, if it's possible, seems to be getting even worse. The alleged news media. And then there are the teabag racists adding insult to injury. But I don't have that same heartbreak anymore, because it's not fresh heartbreak anymore. It's like I'm used to it. I'm sure we all are just used to it.
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.
So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.
Everyone has the heartbreak that shapes them in a way that they could never go back to the innocence that they had before.
There is no grief like heartbreak.
It was an honor to work with Samantha Morton on this Casablanca-esque, silent-film-esque, Americana photobooth Woolworth's hay day period piece of surrealism realism story time tell-tale-ism, black and white 35 mm film, washed in strange light, over this love hate tune, heartbreak song, life-goes-on lullaby, The Last Goodbye. It's a doorway into the future of the fatal past-tense. Get it?
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
A lot of my heartbreak songs are inspired by things my sisters are going through, or friends.
But there are only so many times you can handle heartbreak with someone before you have to start protecting yourself.