Cecelia Ahern Quotes

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

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.

You love him so much it feels like you can't go on without him. You feel like you might die without him.

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

When you ask people about love, they tell you about heartbreak.

Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Everyone falls in love, everyone gets their heart broken.

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

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

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

Why shouldn't the death of a person you love bring you into lurid ruin? You don't know how to love the one you love until they disappear abruptly. Then you understand how thinly distanced from their suffering, how sparing of self you often were, only rarely unguarded of heart, working your networks of give-and-take.

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and tossed it across the other side of the room. There was a burning, agonizing pain in my chest, and I had no idea how it could ever be filled. It was one thing to accept that I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

And I have tried to forget him, I have tried to convince myself that it was just one of those things, but it’s difficult to do that when my body is standing here, eight feet deep in the earth of northern France, while my heart remains by a stream in a clearing in England where I left it weeks ago.

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.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.