Edmund Waller Quotes

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

When one lover suffered from a broken heart, no matter how badly the other wanted to help, she couldn't be the one to heal it.

For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it.

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.

You know she's going to leave my broken heart behind her...

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

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

I had to get over [him]. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my heart. I'd shed a lot of tears over [him], lost a lot of sleep, eaten a lot of cake batter. Somehow, I had to move on. [Life] would be hell if I didn't shake loose from the grip he had on my heart. I most definitely didn't want to keep feeling this way, alone in a love affair meant for two. Even if he'd felt like The One. Even if I'd always thought we'd end up together. Even if he still had a choke chain on my heart.

Arms now empty will be filled and hearts now hurting from broken dreams and yearning will be healed.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

The hurt of a love that is lost has no cure but the love of another heart.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives. I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?

A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

They say that time heals a broken heart, but time has stood still since we've been apart.