William Makepeace Thackeray Quotes

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

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

if you aren't here your heart won't break in the same way.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing in my life, didn't want one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

Though you treat me badly, I love you madly.

If with love thy heart has burned; If thy love is unreturned; Hide thy grief within thy breast, Though it tear thee unexpressed; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false-hearted, And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of purple light; Though thou wert the loveliest Form the soul had ever dressed, Thou shalt seem, in each reply, A vixen to his altered eye; Thy softest pleadings seem too bold, Thy praying lute will seem to scold; Though thou kept the straightest road, Yet thou errest far and broad.

You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

Yet this perhaps is what love does, or the memory of it; it sucks the life from the living, glorying body and leaves it, when love has gone, a shred, a simulacrum - dross, to be swept up from the factory floor, pitiful and dusty, useless... Do all men and women feel love before they die? This force, this source of light, that lies before the sun; glances off mountains and lakes, blinding and dazzling, on a Sunday afternoon; so brilliant you have to guard your soul, fold your arms to shield your heart from the very memory of it.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.

To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. Think of the possibilities. Does your heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear.

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.

Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime.

A broken heart is a monument to a love that will never die; fulfillment is a monument to a love that is already on its deathbed.

While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

If you heart had a voice, Beloved, what would it say?

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