Novel & Cerita Broken Heart Quotes About Love

Tears gathered in her eyes making her vision blur she looked down and two fat tears slipped down from her eyes while kissing her cheeks. "I'm so broken beyond repair. My soul has already died. As so my heart. When I don't have a heart, how am I supposed to love you back? How can I give the same amount of love that you are showering on me." There were tracks of tears on her face. Her voice was thick with tears.

The air was still, and my heart was broken to the tiniest of shreds, but somehow I just could not forget his last words. “I love you.”

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

he said that broke my heart. I feel lik countless knives plotted on me. The pain is unbearable that I can't hold on while hearing them talking about me... Talking how Peter would hurt me. No, Peter. Don’t do that. I can’t take it. Don’t hurt me on that day, Peter… Don’t break up with me on my birthday, please… Please... I can't bear to lose you. I can't bear to see you in that woman's arm, Peter. Please... I love you.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and carefully move aside his arm from my shoulder. I silently close the door of his bedroom, after glancing at him with careness. He caused me heartache for three years, but I still can't move away from him, can I? Is it call love, huh? I recall the famous quote by British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have love at all."

“I honestly think you might be exaggerating. It’s better to have loved and lost than to never love at all. That is a famous quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson, if I remember correctly.” “If loss is the only thing you’ve known, there comes a time when you have to cut those losses. No pun intended,” replied Morgan defensively. “By your tone of voice, I’m guessing you’re coming off of a bad breakup?” asked Maddison. “It’s that obvious, huh?” said Morgan, digging into the appetizers. “I’ve been there before, although it was a while back. It sucks and no words can completely describe the hollow feeling that you get but you have to let yourself grieve. When you let it all out, pick yourself up and mo

I was free to be me, to live my life, and to love again. As I continued on my journey of healing, I realized that heartbreak had taught me some valuable lessons. I learned that love wasn't about possession or control, but about freedom and growth. I learned that relationships weren't about changing someone to fit our ideals, but about accepting and loving them for who they are. And I learned that sometimes, people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime, and it's up to us to cherish the moments we have with them.

Her hand takes mine, and she brings it to her lips, kissing it with a shuddering breath. “He didn’t break you.” I tell her. Her eyes close and she shakes her head. “He did,” she whispers, and shakes her head. “He did, and broken people hurt the people they love.” I suppose her words make sense, and in a sick way, it makes the love deprived little girl in me feel a little better. Pain should never ever make someone think they are loved, but right now, in this dense fucking cloud of pain and agonizing memories…it feels like ice on an old injury. It’s soothing for now. It will flare up later and hurt again. But right now, it’s okay.

Love can be a so much pain, but this pain is all worth-it because I know that It was for him. They said Greatest love can lead into Greatest heartbreak, but all I can say is as long as he was happy I can be happy for him from a far.

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."