Milan Kundera Quotes

I kept making you cry... didn't I? - Hatori Sohma

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.” Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. “I forgot,” he said. “Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. “I’m sorry,” Harry said, and he meant it.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.

Don't hate me forever, Arty," whispered Holly. "I couldn't bear that.

Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.

I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.

I’m sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn’t do, and I’ve hurt myself by hurting you.

The discovery that heartbreak is indeed heartbreaking consoles us about our humanity.

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?

After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.

I felt bad to have to get divorced. I wasn't proud of that.

And I felt sorry, and I have felt bad about what happened.

I feel bad for everyone I've gone out with.

It saddens me to know that I jeopardized the welfare of the kind people of Hawaii, a community that I love and call my home.

If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.

Yes, I have made a woman cry.

Every time I see documentaries or infomercials about little kids with cancer, I just freak out. It affects me on the highest emotional level... Anytime I think about it, it makes me sadder than anything I can think of.

I am deeply aware of the disappointment and hurt that my infidelity has caused to so many people, most of all my wife and children.

It was never my intention to hurt people's feelings.

I definitely regret hurting people.

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

...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel my heart breaking.

I've never had my heart broken. And I don't want to have my heart broken. I'm afraid of it. Even when I break someone else's heart, I'm really upset about it. And I'm not even feeling half of what they are.