Bruce Springsteen Quotes

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

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

He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been, in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away, by the fervour of this reproach.

I Know, I Alone I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.

Sorrow eats your heart and courage.

I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.

Call on your Lord when your heart is brittle, that is a time when it's in pieces and the Light of Allah can fill the gaps. That is why Allāh is with the broken hearted.

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.

the human heart clings - even to its pain.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.

Though my heart is filled with feelings I want to convey You see, I can't express them in words If I had not met you I wouldn't even have such an embarrassing pain

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart