Judith Butler Quotes

She was tired of being the one who cried.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.

You can only get hurt so much before you get numb.

I've never had my heart broken. And I don't want to have my heart broken. I'm afraid of it. Even when I break someone else's heart, I'm really upset about it. And I'm not even feeling half of what they are.

The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you when you're heartbroken. Nobody and nothing. Not the films you watch alone desperately searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed and certainly not Instagram.

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

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

Lincoln had internalized the pain of those around him-the wounded soldiers, the captured prisoners, the defeated Southerners. Little wonder that he was overwhelmed at times by a profound sadness that even his own resilient temperament could not dispel.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.

Try not to cry too much because it can be pretty heart-breaking and pretty hard.

Breakup blackout is when you're so upset and you've been crying so much that you basically black out for a couple of days. You wake up to mascara caked on your face and empty ice cream cartons everywhere, and your iTunes has, like, four new really bad romantic comedies you've rented. And your friends are texting you, and for three days you're in this black hole.

I'm tired of making people sad and I'm tired of disappointing them and I'm tired of seeing them break. I have seen this too many times. He will be the last.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried...I am a rock.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

We can have our hearts broken over so much more. It is important to recognize the full spectrum of heartbreak. We can be heartbroken by lost and by disappointment. But heartbreak is not just this negative image we see, it's not this terrible experience that brings no benefits.

Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch it until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what

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

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

it was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: "i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let him assume part of my burden and it will be alright for a bit.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

Love hurts." Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123