The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.
No one who has ever known what it is to lose faith in a fellow-man whom he has profoundly loved and reverenced, will lightly say that the shock can leave the faith in the Invisible Goodness unshaken. With the sinking of high human trust, the dignity of life sinks too; we cease to believe in our own better self, since that also is part of the common nature which is degraded in our thought; and all the finer impulses of the soul are dulled.
To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.
Anxiety, heartbreak, and tenderness mark the in-between state. It's the kind of place we usually want to avoid. The challenge is to stay in the middle rather than buy into struggle and complaint. The challenge is to let it soften us rather than make us more rigid and afraid.
When God gets us alone through suffering, heartbreak, temptation, disappointment, sickness, or by thwarted friendship - when He gets us absolutely alone, and we are totally speechless, unable to ask even one question, then He begins to teach us.
The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though. . . betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
Your heartbreak is just another version of the same old story.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.
The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
I think that heartbreak is a good thing.
It was Elvis who really got me hooked on beat music. When I heard 'Heartbreak Hotel' I thought, this is it.
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
There are a million ways to lose someone you love.
Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.