Charles Dickens Quotes

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

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.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

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.

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

The things that break your heart when you think there's nothing left to break

There is no love without suffering.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

It was the saddest day of my life.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

I know what it's like to lose.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

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

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken.

It breaks my heart to think about a family weeping over the loss of a loved one. I understand the anguish that some feel about the death that takes place.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.