Jonathan Tucker Quotes

I hate being the heartbreaker. Hate it. If I date somebody and it doesn't work out, it's another nightmare for me.

I was living in Bangkok and I had a girlfriend during this time, she was traveling and I was jealous. Y'know, I thought she might meet someone, might do something, and I was just worried, and I went and I wrote 'Nevermind.'

It's hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.

I've cried a lot because of women. I cry a lot, as a person.

I've been through a lot as far as love.

I have very little faith that I'll ever find someone. I've had some bad luck and I've made some bad choices - not in men, but in how I've chosen to deal with relationships.

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

I always had a penchant for falling in love. Every time I found myself without a mate, I fell into a state of low-sizzling panic.

I've always thrown myself into love in a rather carefree way, and the net result is that you do get hurt. But I wouldn't take away any of the experiences of my life.

Being a female, I know what it's like to go through a bad break up and not get to say what you really want to.

Every time you see him, you only make yourself vulnerable to further heartache. Do you really need further proof that he's getting on with his life without you?

LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.

Jealousy is a miserable feeling. It means you aspire to something that you cannot have. Even in love, it is better to leave, better not to waste time.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

Whenever there's the experience of a broken heart, there's the experience of fear.

I told him I loved him,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And he just said it wasn’t enough.” Her eyes were wide and bleak . “How am I supposed to live with that?

I can fall in and out of love, have marriages that barely last a month. When they go down the drain, I'll blame it on the fame.

No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?

Sometimes, love was not enough.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

He has tears in his eyes now. The sight is more than I can bear. He takes two steps away from me and then turns back like a caged animal. “Do you even love me?” he suddenly asks. He grips both of my shoulders. “I’ve said it to you before, and I still mean it. But I’ve never heard it from you.

She just wished loving him didn’t always have to be so hard.

Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.

My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

This is what it feels like to care about someone who doesn't feel the same. I'd only known how it felt to love someone who loved me just as fiercely. I'd never known rejection. I'd never wanted someone who didn't want me. The longing didn't go away with rejection.