Vikram Bhatt Quotes

Music can tear me up inside.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.

Words have incredible power. They can make people's hearts soar, or they can make people's hearts sore.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

Look, it's a monster. He's walking alone. Look, he's pulling something out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground. Let's go see what it is. It's a black box. You open it... ok... Look, it's sorrow, misery and pain. It's loneliness and longing. Boy, he'll be sorry he lost these.

My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.

To me, music is emotion and if when you're listening to it and it doesn't make you feel that, then it's not music.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

Some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

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.

Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it - as at last I did, thank Heaven! - and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn.

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

The heart, when broken, is like sweet gums and spices when beaten; for as such cast their fragrant scent into the nostrils of men, so the heart, when broken, casts its sweet smell into the nostrils of God.

It's the emotional punches that you can't see that are just overwhelmingly devastating to your heart - your moral fiber.

I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.

I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.