Famous Quotes About Heartbreak Novels & Stories

They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved I stopped writing and glared at the screen. I highlighted the last sentence and hit delete as if the force of my click would hurt the words as they left the page. Love. It was like a bad word, something I had been conditioned not to say. And Gabe deserved no exception, even if it would appease an old stupid cliché about breakups. After a few moments of contemplation I picked up again where I left off. Time is a weird thing. It has the ability to pass in the blink of an eye, or as a small flame that grows slowly in size until finally it has engulfed everything in its path. I guess heartbreaks are like small fires in your che

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."

' my father says to my mother and I could see she was disappointed in me, she looked at me and shook her head at me then went to my father's side. Ruby then went and hugged then, I had even forgotten that Ruby was here the whole time. My heart was beating so fast did I really make the right choice? **The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever. - Carrol Bryant**

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.

If love were really that simple, why would there be so many classics celebrating it? Isn't it precisely because it's rare that it's worth celebrating? Nestor continued listing his mistakes. "My biggest mistake was not understanding my own heart," Nestor gazed deeply at Selina, his eyes sincere and passionate. "I shouldn't have made you suffer so much because I was unwilling to face my own feelings." With these words, Nestor finally relaxed completely. Like a heavy stone that had been hanging over his heart had finally fallen, no longer threatening to drop at any moment.

Because somehow I know deep inside, what his words could do to my fragile heart and my messed up mind. “Elizabeth, you’re priceless.” They said it’s not the fall that kills; it’s the abrupt halt at the end. And dammit, I don’t know what to do. •••

ISADORA POV A good friend is more expensive than the most expensive thing you can think of. Don't underestimate what heartbreak can do. Sometimes, we think we can quite easily get over it and get going with our lives, but it's way more difficult than the eyes meet. In fact, I would say no one person is ever fully ready to navigate through the impact of a heartbreak.

Yet, we would be willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with strangers. The elderly woman studied me. "Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, you might meet someone who you invest all your love in. When you get stabbed in the back after pouring out your sincerity, love, and passion, you'll become skeptical of love and other people's sincerity. "But, the only thing you shouldn't doubt is the fact that you are deserving of love. You deserve to be loved. "Feeling resentful because of someone else's mistake is like drinking poison but hoping that the other person feels your pain."

Only the deafening silence… **Of despair. Her head dropped, her spirit slowly being drained away. **“I can’t…”** **“I can’t hold on much longer…”** The cold, unfeeling walls around her seemed to close in. The weight of her heartbreak suffocated her. **“I’m losing…”** **“Everything…”** **“Alex…”** Her lips barely moved as her head fell forward. **“I love you…”** **“But I don’t know if I can keep holding on…”**

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.