Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Information is seldom enough to heal a wounded heart.

I've been hurt so many times I don't have the balls for it anymore.

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?

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.

There is no pain like the first time you get your heart broken.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.

Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you’ll just let it happen. (Marianne)

A broken heart heals when we allow the healing to go as deep as the wound went

The bruise on the heart which at first feels incredibly tender to the slightest touch eventually turns all the shades of the rainbow and stops aching. We forget about it. We even forget we have hearts until the next time. And then we wonder how we ever could have forgotten. We think this one is better, because, in fact, we cannot fully remember the time before.

I wake up every morning and it's like when you break up with somebody who has really broken your heart.

You don't get over a broken heart/ You just learn to carry it gracefully.

It can take years of tears to melt the hardness that develops in this world, covering our tender, gentler inner selves. Tears for every devastating loss, tears for every humiliating failure, tears for every repeated mistake. Those who honor those tears, and even honor them, are not failures at love but rather its true initiates. First the pain and then the power. First the heart breaks and then it soars.

Nobody goes through life without having their heart broken and one day you'll wake up and it'll be okay.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

I was extremely timid and to be made to feel that I was not wanted, although in a place where I had every right to be, even months afterwards caused me sometimes weeks of pain. Every time any one of these disagreeable incidents came into my mind, my heart sank, and I was anew tortured by the thought of what I had endured, almost as much as the incident itself.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

I fix what's broken - except in the heart.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

The heart was made to be broken.