Sad Heart Break Quotes

Don't promise when you're happy. Don't reply when you're angry and don't decide when you're sad.

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.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.

When people can walk away from you: Let them walk.

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

Life is like a piano, the white keys represent happiness and the black shows sadness, but as you go through life's journey, remember that the black keys also makes music.

Brains are like hearts - they go where they are appreciated.

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

I know my heart will never be the same But I'm telling myself I'll be okay

Sometimes, a break from your routine is the very thing you need.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.

It's better to cry than to be angry; because anger hurts others, while tears flow silently through the soul and cleanses the heart.

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

Nothing hurts more than realizing they meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to them.

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.

Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.

They always say the hottest love has the coldest end.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.

How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn't he catch my falling star? I wish I didn't wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.

You have to go whole heartedly in anything in order to achieve anything worth having.

The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one!

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.

It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

It's okay to be a glowstick. Sometimes we have to break before we shine.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

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.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick.

Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.

I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you.

I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.

There are many ways of breaking a heart.

Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.

Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you’ll be criticized anyways.

I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave.

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.

Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

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 often write about reconciling. Reconciling, or maybe half-reconciling between antagonists, between people who are deadly enemies. I write about reconciliation, but not as a miracle, as a slow, gradual process of mutual discovery - discovering one another. I write about sad, sober, sometimes heart-breaking compromises.

When we were covering the 2008 campaign I told my young African American colleagues that despite the historical significance of victory, Barack Obama was going to break their hearts. They didn't want to hear that, and they refused to believe it. Eighteen months later they started dropping by one by one to say, sadly: "He broke our hearts." A couple of them even wept.

The reconciliation is not based on the fact that one of the characters opens his eyes and says, "O brother! O sister! How terrible I was! How right and wonderful you were! Please forgive me! Let's hug and love each other from now until the rest of eternity!" This is not the kind of reconciliation I write about; I write about sad, sober, sometimes heart-breaking compromises.