William Shakespeare Quotes

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

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

I'd rather be a kid and play with paper planes, than be a man and play with a woman's heart.

Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.

In the battle between the sexes, men and women will go practically to the end of the earth in illogical, irrational ways to give each other pain.

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.

Sometimes people do things because they are sad or because they are upset or were hurt by other people.

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

Our barriers to love are rarely consciously chosen. They are our efforts to protect the places where the heart is bruised.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

Injuries come only from the heart.

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.

That old feeling is still in my leaking 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.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

Keep in mind, hurting people often hurt other people as a result of their own pain. If somebody is rude and inconsiderate, you can almost be certain that they have some unresolved issues inside. They have some major problems, anger, resentment, or some heartache they are trying to cope with or overcome.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart- Lady Gaga 10/22/10

Who can calculate the wounds inflicted, their depth and pain, by harsh and mean words spoken in anger? How pitiful a sight is a man who is strong in many ways but who loses all control of himself when some little thing, usually of no significant consequence, disturbs his equanimity.

No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot to change my life forever. He held his grip and would not let me go. I do not know what joins the parts of an atom, but it seems what binds one human to another is pain.

Abused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation. It is the rarest thing to find a player who has not had his character affected for the worse by the practice of his profession. Nobody can make a habit of self-exhibition, nobody can exploit his personality for the sake of exercising a kind of hypnotic power over others, and remain untouched by the process.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.