Richelle Mead Quotes

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

You're in this heightened emotional state from the beginning of the play. It's like when you first have your heart broken.

And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.

During the year I stood there I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth.

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

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think it'd understand.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

I’m a screwed-up person who no longer knows how to communicate with the people I love. But I meant everything I told you in my letter. If I were your Nikki, I would have come back to you on Christmas Day, but I’m not Nikki. I know. And I’m sorry.

I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.

And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me

Broken hearts are for assholes, are you an asshole?

My heart is broken... I'm lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear.

My heart is its own grave!

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart- Lady Gaga 10/22/10

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.