Chelsea Handler Quotes

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

They tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.

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

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

I've been hurt quite a few times.

You know, I think anybody who has been in relationships has access to heartbreak - I don't think we have to go far to find it, whether we inflicted the heartbreak or whether we were the recipient of it.

Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

A lot of people have experienced a relationship betrayal, even if it was when they were 16 and with their first love.

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.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

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