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Overexposing my innards to careless hearts and hands is a practice I am prepared to stop performing.
Coco J. Ginger
Men always complained I had a lot of boyfriends. I never agreed, or disagreed. I was too busy kissing to care. I disapproved of jealous complainers and had not an opinion on their opinion of me.
You know, and I know, just how much we defy.
I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.
...just friends, over and over you said it again -then you kissed me.
Hold on little girlShow me what he's done to youStand up little girlA broken heart can't be that badWhen it's through, it's through Fate will twist the both of you So come on baby come on over Let me be the one to show you
Two days after my dad's funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then--that sometimes a spy doesn't need a cover so much as she needs a shield.
Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.
We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.
You can only use someone for so long before you dry them out. How long does a muse last? When do you let them loose?
I never want to arrive. I love the ride.
Our stations in life, our difference of cultures, the pain-laid men who raised us forbid us to be us. They have brainwashed us. We feel we should believe the polarity between us.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,Nor any place be empty quite;Therefore I think my breast hath allThose pieces still, though they be not unite;And now, as broken glasses showA hundred lesser faces, soMy rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,But after one such love, can love no more.
Love is a violent recreational sport. Proceed at your own risk. Helmets, armor, and steel-toe boots are required by law.
She stopped caring...and started laughing.
What I knew, adored, and fell for was a fantasy. He did not exist in human terms.
Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it.
Girls spilled drinks down their dresses and flicked their hair. Wishing anyone, maybe even you, would notice them... You were someone to me.
..plainly put, I loved the way he effortlessly forced my pen to act savagely, to swerve course without warning.
I near felt bad he choose to be so evil. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.