I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
My heart was taken by you, broken by you and now it's in pieces because of you.
The worst feeling in the world is when you can't love anyone else because your heart still belongs to the one who broke it.
That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.
Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love - if once one has ever fallen in.
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.
I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.
And he that shuts out love, in turn shall be shut out from love, and on her threshold lie howling in outer darkness.
Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.