Funny Quotes About Heartbreak Novels & Stories

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

It seemed ironic that I used to roll my eyes at women who claimed heartbreak had driven them to the edge of madness, thinking they were just being dramatic. “Wear your big girl pants and move the fuck on,” I’d once lectured my heartbroken sister. “Dicks are like buses. There’s always another one coming along. So why get hung up on the one that just left the station?” The universe must have taken offense at my arrogance. Because when Brad and I broke up, the blow shattered my pride and cracked something deep inside me. The cruel pain felt like a dagger driven straight into my chest, reminding me that I was not immune to heartbreak.

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.

So stupid that I couldn't see what was happening? I sniffle back tears. I should have done something worse—hit him, maybe shoot him in the head and watch his head splatter across the office. I should have shot Mrs. Davis too. Too bad I could not even move, I stood there like a foolish human. A sharp pain spreads through my chest. Is this what heartbreak feels like? Like someone’s reached into my chest and ripped my heart out with their bare hands. I laugh bitterly, wiping at my face. What a joke.

' 'The harsh reality has slapped me in the face. Leigh let out a mirthless laugh, a bitter combination of irony and pain. "Well, it seems luck isn't on my side tonight. Not only did I lose my chance to get my bag, but I also carry a broken heart. How funny, isn't it?" Her words carried a touch of sarcasm, an attempt to mask her inner turmoil. Yet, her tears continued to flow, a silent testament to the anguish that consumed her soul.

"When two people really love each other, and then one of them, could be the boy or the girl. Love someone new, or leaves the first person he was with, for another girl. The first girl would be sad, and hurt. Or if someone dies in a family, and the members cry, and start feeling sad and hurt, you can say they are heartbroken." I explained in as quick as I could, in the weirdest way as possible. And her eyes dilated in amazement at this. "So if you take me back to where you found me, I am definitely going to cry because I would be sad. And then hurt that you left me. So I can call that an heartbreak, yeah?"

Selina stood before Nestor, her hand raised, looking up at him. The golden mask cast a cold light under the lamp, but the dark eyes beneath it, like an unmeltable ink pool, flowed with endless sadness. Their eyes met; neither spoke. "Nestor, I'm willing to be your friend," Selina said softly. Nestor's expression turned complex. "They say people who have loved each other can't be friends after they break up." Selina, whose mood had been dampened by Nestor's emotions, suddenly laughed.

If there was no hardship and only happiness then our life would become boring. But heartbreak it's something different. Because a heartbreak is more fatal than a heart attack. It won't kill you but it will make you a living dead. Heartbreaks kill your soul. Only I know how I have coped up with my heartbreak. It's only my revenge that gives me the power to stand and fight against him. But how I have thought it seems difficult now to deal with him. Even though I hate him. I don't know why my old feelings come back and push me towards him.

“Is it possible to fall in love with a broken heart?” “Absolutely not,” he replied quickly while stroking my hair like I was his favorite pet. “A broken heart needs to be healed first.” “How?” He smiled before bringing his fingers down my chin, grabbing it, and making me look into his gorgeous eyes. “People‌ ‌always‌ ‌say‌ ‌that life is too short, live it to the fullest, but I believe it’s the wrong quote. Life is too long and can not be lived alone. At some point, a person has to share his life with somebody else. That’s why God made love.”

"7 years of commitment, of loving, of caring. Obviously, when you lose someone after 7 years of being together, you're bound to act out in ways." "Heartbreak isn't beautiful, it isn't poetry. It isn't staying up 'till 4 am and listening to sad songs. It's breaking down in the middle of a busy street. It's seeing their face in all the people you pass by. It's feeling okay for weeks at a time and then all of a sudden, you feel the ghost of their lips on your neck and their nails on your back and then you're choking on memories of their presence. It's waking up from dreams of them coming back and screaming in the middle of the night because your chest aches like a rotting tooth." Arcangelo told