Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.— C. S. Lewis
Whopping Breaking Heart In Love quotations
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.
Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute.
Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.
We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.
There is a comfort in the strength of love;
'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
The only way to break the chains of fear and doubt is to know in your heart that God loves you-no matter what.
The most precise and thoughtful scholar is limited in what he knows and wrong in some things that he affirms; the most devoted saint is stained with sin and full of error; the bravest heart among us will fail and break; but Christ is altogether lovely, holy, and unfailing.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.
Even more, I had never meant to love him.
One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.
When Black and White are colors and not races, people will still fall in love and discriminate between partners and feel sad and bad and need art that breaks your heart and takes you to those places where pain becomes beauty.
Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.
I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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 have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
When one door closes another door opens. Usually a refrigerator.
I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me.
Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.
I don’t think anyone who falls in love has a choice.
You’re just pulled to that person like true north, whether it’s good for you or bound to break your heart.
Cling closer, closer, life to life, Cling closer, heart to heart;
The time will come, my own wed Wife, When you and I must part! Let nothing break our band but Death, For in the world above 'Tis the breaker Death that soldereth Our ring of Wedded Love.
First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart.
The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.
What’s broken is broken—and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I’m too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.
We have forgotten love, and Sat lonely beside each other.
We have eaten together, Lonely behind our plates, we Have hidden behind children, We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns toward you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence.
A faerie heart is different from a human heart.
Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. Faerie hearts are evolutionarily less sophisticated. They are small and hard, like tiny grains of sand. Our hearts are too small to love more than one person in a lifetime.
Breaking up is a natural evolution when you try to figure out what you want in life.
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
Being in country music is what I love.
It's who I am. Being able to be a gay man in country music and continue to break down walls and change hearts and minds has been really important to me.
Oh well, when I was younger I was known for breaking hearts.
I am the kind of person that falls passionately in love but then a couple of months down the line, I fall out of love.
Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime.
I started out looking for the perfect love story, but what I found instead was something even more beautiful - a messy love, an imperfect love, a human love. In this time of uncertainty, can I continue to love, even if it breaks my heart?
Hell's afloat in lover's tears.
No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws.
In the cold change which time hath wrought on love(The snowy winter of his summer prime),Should a chance sigh or sudden tear-drop moveThy heart to memory of the olden time;Turn not to gaze on me with pitying eyes,Nor mock me with a withered hope renewed;But from the bower we both have loved, ariseAnd leave me to my barren solitude!What boots it that a momentary flameShoots from the ashes of a dying fire?We gaze upon the hearth from whence it came,And know the exhausted embers must expire:Therefore no pity, or my heart will break;Be cold, be careless--for thy past love's sake!