Tina Turner Quotes

I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

My heart is very much alive and in your hands. Do your best not to destroy it. You are very lucky it isn't it my hands... The only thing I know to do with hearts is incinerate them! Ouch!

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

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

The heart was made to be broken.

Only love can break your heart.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

If you have to ask, you've never been in love. More than that, you've never had your feelings hurt by the one you want to trust and cherish you most of all.

Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

I have loved and been in love. There's a big difference.

You cannot pluck love out of your heart as you would pull a tooth.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Love breaks your heart, love takes no less than everything. Love makes it hard, and it fades away so easily.

Love hurts more than hate.

I've definitely had my moments in relationships where I've been able to say yes, I have been heartbroken, my heart has been broken.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were doomed.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

Love doesn't care if you're gay, straight, or transgender. Your heart's gonna get broken. You're gonna turn into a crazy person.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.