#heart

My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends?  ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#heartbreak #love

I threw his framed picture off my balcony just to hear my heart break. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#heart-break #heartbreak #heartbroken #sad #love

Falling in love is easy, letting that love go, is hard. But your heart will always have the right answer. You just have to listen to it and figure out what it’s telling you ↗

— Marie Coulson

#heart #letting-go #love #love

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#bridges #burning #heart #love #nadege

When someone who's starved of love is shown something that looks like sincere affection, is it any wonder that she jumps at it and clings to it? ↗

— Sayo Masuda

#geisha #heart-broken #japan #love #masuda

George stared at the dove. What would she say if she could speak to him? What would she wish for, for her father? For she, too, had been harmed by a man who had meant to show his utmost love for her. It made George wonder why love was suppose to be such a wonderful thing. As far as he could tell, love was just another excuse for causing pain. ↗

— Mette Ivie Harrison

#cynical #heartbreak #hurt #love #pain

The heart has its order, the mind has its own, which uses principles and demonstrations. The heart has a different one. We do not prove that we ought to be loved by setting out in order the causes of love; that would be absurd. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#mind #reason #love

The way you treat me baby Cheat and tell me lies I guess I shouldn't care at all But still I sympathize 'cause you got heart trouble Coming on Yeah you got heart trouble coming on Well you think that you don't need me baby But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone ↗

— Martina McBride

#love #love

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#infatuation #lovers-sadness #love

You're waiting for someone to put you together, you're waiting for someone to push you away, there's always another wound to discover, there's always something more you wish he'd say ↗

— Vertical Horizon

#love #unrequieted-love #love