Rashida Jones Quotes

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

I've had my heart broken, and it's the hardest thing. Everyone says, 'Give it time, you'll feel better in the morning.' But you don't. You feel like it's never, ever going to heal - especially during the first few weeks.

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.

It was the saddest day of my life.

Heartbreak is a real thing.

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

When I got heartbroken at 20, it just felt like someone had spiraled a football right into my skull. At 40, it feels like someone had driven a 757 right through me.

People identify with being heartbroken. We've all been heartbroken, haven't we? I've been dumped, and it feels horrible.

If you've ever had your heart broken, it's like, once is enough - you can live a lifetime on that. Ya know? You can write a lot of records on one broken heart.

A letdown is worth a few songs. A heartbreak is worth a few albums.

I've had my heart broken one too many times.

I write a lot of sad songs!

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.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

From the way that people have always talked about your heart being broken, it sort of seemed to be a one-time thing. Mine seemed to break all the time.

Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.