Sad Heart Break Quotes

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace. ~ George Bernard Shaw

Brains are like hearts - they go where they are appreciated. ~ Robert McNamara

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. ~ Frank Ocean

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't. ~ Stephen King

Let's just say it was obvious from a very early age the only female heart I'd ever break would be my mother's. ~ J.L. Merrow

If someone strikes my heart, it does not break, but it bursts, and the flame coming out of it becomes a torch on my path. ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan

Romantic love might break your heart, but true love will open it ~ Steven Aitchison

The void inside me starts to fill, but my heart has holes, and whatever it holds will run out, leaving me empty once again. ~ Danielle Esplin

Dear . . .
You're the poem I couldn't finish
The journey I should have never started
I saw tragedy in our ending
My pen bled its heart out trying to change it
But you were the fight I didn't want to lose
The addiction I didn't want to quit
Yet there was only one of us holding on
I wasn't attached to the man you are
But the one you could be
I tried to build where there was no foundation
Create a fairy tale on blank pages
But some stories need not be told, let alone written
You'll read my words and won't be moved
Your arrogance will not soften
You won't be changed
Your heart, if you should have one,
will not bend or break
The worst part of it all
Is this poem is about you
and you'll never even know it ~ Samantha King

I saw…

…Amar slumped onto his throne, refusing to look at the empty seat on his left. Gupta was at his side, his face pinched, skin sallow.
"Go over every birth record, every horoscope until we find her again. I want--" He stopped, jaw tightening. "I need her back. I made a mistake."
"How will I know it's her?"
"The stars will not lie," said Amar. "A girl partnered with Death, a marriage that puts her on the brink of destruction and peace, horror and happiness, dark and light. Find her."
"But even if you bring her back, how will she know--"
"I have taken care of that," he said sharply.
In his hand was a small branch and a fledgling candle. "I have preserved every memory in the heart of Naraka."
"A fitting place," said Gupta in a small voice, but he frowned. "But then what? Mortals cannot receive such divine information. It destroys them. Not even you can break those sacred boundaries."
"There is a way," said Amar, breathing deeply. "I cannot tell them to a mortal. But if she becomes immortal…"
"Ah…clever," said Gupta. "The Otherworld may stop you from divulging those secrets, but a mortal that does not pass through the halls of the dead would eventually be deathless."
Amar nodded. "Sixty turns of the moon. A handful of weeks in our halls. And then I can reveal the memories of her past life. Her powers will be restored. She will be a queen once more. But until then, she needs protection. Nritti will no doubt try to f ~ Roshani Chokshi

During all that time I didn't see Willie. I didn't see him again until he announced in the Democratic primary in 1930. But it wasn't a primary. It was hell among the yearlings and the Charge of the Light Brigade and Saturday night in the back room of Casey's saloon rolled into one, and when the dust cleared away not a picture still hung on the walls. And there wasn't any Democratic party. There was just Willie, with his hair in his eyes and his shirt sticking to his stomach with sweat. And he had a meat ax in his hand and was screaming for blood. In the background of the picture, under a purplish tumbled sky flecked with sinister white like driven foam, flanking Willie, one on each side, were two figures, Sadie Burke and a tallish, stooped, slow-spoken man with a sad, tanned face and what they call the eyes of a dreamer. The man was Hugh Miller, Harvard Law School, Lafayette Escadrille, Croix de Guerre, clean hands, pure heart, and no political past. He was a fellow who had sat still for years, and then somebody (Willie Stark) handed him a baseball bat and he felt his fingers close on the tape. He was a man and was Attorney General. And Sadie Burke was just Sadie Burke.

Over the brow of the hill, there were, of course, some other people. There were, for instance, certain gentlemen who had been devoted to Joe Harrison, but who, when they discovered there wasn't going to be any more Joe Harrison politically speaking, had had to hunt up a new friend. The new friend ha ~ Robert Penn Warren

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

I went into isometrics training and looked at that. And she's pushing against the immovable. That has a lot of meaning for me. That you have to push against the immovable. You have to push. Even if you haven't got a prayer of moving it. Because even if you don't move it, you'll change yourself. You'll change something. Something will break open. That's where my heart is on that one. ~ Tricia Sullivan

As their heart rates slowed, their bodies cooled, and they came down from their high, Leo spooned her.
He collapsed to his side and drew her against him, fitting her against his body. Holding her.
It was wonderful.
Perfect.
Crack!
So of course the bed chose that moment to break on one side and tilt them toward the floor.
"Damn you, universe," she shouted, shaking a fist.
And what did Leo do at this perfect example of a catastrophe?
He laughed while she rawred. ~ Eve Langlais

If he wanted to break her curse, he need only find a human girl willing to marry him. But not any girl - a human with ice in her heart, with hatred for our kind. A human girl willing to kill a faerie. ~ Sarah J. Maas

A slow, heart-wrenching smile pulled at his lips. A real one, and it was the kind of smile that could break hearts and rebuild them. ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. ~ Jean Giraudoux

We are staring at each other, forgetting about the harsh reality and I can feel my heart reacting. He touches my cheek and the familiar electric current runs through me. His hands are warm, caressing my pale skin. His deep-blue eyes are filled with serenity and passion. I keep telling myself to breathe, but I am unable to exhale the air from my lungs. Then he leans forward and his lips touch mine, increasing the temperature in my body. He kisses me gently, trying to break his way through, testing to see if I let him in. His lips are sweet and warm. A few seconds later it is all over and he disappears once again, leaving me uncontrollably awake and trying to gather my wild thoughts. ~ Joanna Mazurkiewicz

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst ... Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude. ~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Forgiveness offered -especially when so undeserved - cuts chains off the human heart that no other power in any universe anywhere can rattle much less break ... love did what hatred can not and never will. ~ Charles Martin

Men like you happen once. Women like me prefer to live our lives cautiously with your after taste, lessons and splinters of broken heart underneath our tongues. ~ Ayushee Ghoshal

She tells of moments when she would forget, when her own simmering evil would seem to dissipate and let through the clear spectacle of life. One had to be careful of those moments, because they were fleeting and intended not for her but instead for the delectation of other children of God. Or, if they were meant for her, they could break her heart as easily as mend it ... ~ Alden Bell

It's fairly easy to break hearts, Miss Duvall. The more interesting challenge is how to keep someone's love, not to lose it. ~ Lisa Kleypas

In placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What unlike things must meet and mate: A flame to melt
a wind to freeze; Sad patience
joyous energies; Humility
yet pride and scorn; Instinct and study; love and hate; Audacity
reverence. These must mate, And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart, To wrestle with the angel
Art. ~ Herman Melville

Rancid was poor. He didn't seem to know that he was poor, however, and I never had the heart to tell him, because he was the happiest person I'd ever met. If he had known he was poor, of course, then he would have been sad and miserable all the time. As it was, Rancid was able to live out his whole life in blissful ignorance of the fact that he was poor. ~ Patrick F. McManus

At night I told myself a story, wordless, inside my head, one I liked far better than those in my books. The girl in my story was treated cruelly, by fate, by her family, even by the weather. Her feet bled from the stony paths; her hair was plucked from her head by blackbirds. She went from house to house, looking for refuge. Not a single neighbor answered his door, and so one day the girl gave up speaking. She lived on the side of a mountain where every day was snowy. She stood outside without a roof, without shelter; before long she was made of ice - her flesh, her bones, her blood. She looked like a diamond; it was possible to spy her from miles away. She was so beautiful now that everyone wanted her: people came to talk to her, but she wouldn't answer. Birds lit on her shoulder; she didn't bother to chase them away. She didn't have to. If they took a single peck, their beaks would break in two. Nothing could hurt her anymore. After a while, she became invisible, queen of the ice. Silence was her language, and her heart had turned a perfect pale silver color. It was so hard nothing could shatter it. Not even stones. ~ Alice Hoffman

When you become aware of your heart, you want it to stop beating. You need a break from the constant rhythm, a rest. ~ Iain Reid

Lord, I am willing to break MY heart that I might satisfy THY heart. ~ Watchman Nee

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ... ~ John Geddes

But the greater knowledge that now lived in the peaceful silence of my heart was: in love there is
truth.
And the truth that love had taught me was you can only be strong once you are brave enough to
break, and that pain makes more room for love within. I was grateful for it all, because that was the
beautiful balance of life ~ Mia Sheridan

Don't break my heart Charlie."
"If I break yours mine will shatter within the process. ~ Meghan March

I think it delightful too," I said; "but I am sad just because of the beauty of it all. All is so fair and lovely outside of me, while my own heart is confused and baffled and full of vague and unsatisfied longing. ~ Leo Tolstoy

They send a person who can never stay,: she whispered. "Who can never accept my offer of companionship for more than a little while. They send me a hero I can't help ... Just the sort of person I can't help falling in love with." The night was quiet except for the gurgle of the fountains and waves lapping on the shore. It took me a long time to realize what she was saying. "Me?" I asked. "If you could see your face." She suppressed a smile, though her eyes were still teary. "Of course, you." "That's why you've been pulling away all this time?" "Itried very hard. But I can't help it. The Fates are cruel. They sent you to me, my brave one, knowing that you would break my heart." "But ... I'm just ... I mean, I'm just me." "That is enough," Calypso promised. ~ Rick Riordan

(After Nicholas tells Dahlia that he loves her)
" ... Just don't break my heart my heart, Dahlia. I've never handed it over to anyone before."
She placed both hands over his. "I've never had anyone's heart. I don't know the first thing about keeping hearts. You're taking a terrible risk."
"That's what I do best." ... "Are you feeling relaxed now?" ...
"I was until you started throwing around the L-word. That's enough to scare anyone. ~ Christine Feehan