Novel & Cerita Inspirational Quotes Heartbreak

I concluded, he gently tucked his hands into pocket and shrugged softly. “I kid you not, heartbreak is the ultimate motivation, it just has a way of bringing out your talent as a motivational speaker“ he said and for the first time in a while I burst out laughing, and more surprisingly, genuinely. “What?! Why would you say that,” I asked in between laughs, he chuckled lightly and shrugged again turning to me. “I’ve had a fair share of heartbreaks too, so I know” he said, my laugh turned to a small sigh and I turned to meet his gaze,

“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

her eyes dropped dejectedly, " I'm just living right now, with bitterness and rage, consumed with nothing but vengeance, so there's no way I can smile." Isha stared closely at her; for some reason, she felt connected to her; for some reason, she couldn't tell; she felt attracted to her. She smiled and lifted her chin up, " even a broken heart could beat again; it might be hard to forget about those who caused you pain, but smile when you have the chance cause you look beautiful when you do," she said sincerely. The words pierced through her chest, reminding her how beautiful she was, remembering the echoes of her laughter. She didn't know how much she missed it until this moment, but her fac

"Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.” “Love, it's that extraordinary ache when someone shatters your heart, and yet, miraculously, you find the strength to love them with every fractured piece that remains.” Saying this, I excused myself and fled from there, the echo of unspoken words reverberated within, a silent plea for understanding in a world painted with the hues of love and pain.

The city looked the same with cars honking, people rushing, life moving forward but inside me it felt like the entire world had tilted off balance and refused to set itself right again. If I had to put a word to the silent shattering of my heart, the aching tug that pulled at my chest with every step, it would be heartbreak. Unfortunately, it’s not the kind people write poems about or heal from with tubs of ice cream. No, this feels like heartbreak laced with poison, like I willingly swallowed something fatal because I knew it was going to hurt, because deep down I knew I was the cause of my own ruin. The words Grant spat at me last night won’t stop replaying in my head. They circle endlessl

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

He was the one who broke my heart. I knew everyone, from the motivational quotes on Instagram to my own brain, told me to be strong and hold my head high. But what if I couldn't do it? What if holding my head high means that I had to look in his eyes and see how unworthy I was for the truth? Stop it, Autumn! Stop being miserable! It hurts but so what? Life goes on. You have a life ahead of you, with or without him. If anyone should feel miserable, it should be him.

'He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; Who has left the world better than he found it, Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction. Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You ha

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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