Isabel Gillies Quotes

People identify with being heartbroken. We've all been heartbroken, haven't we? I've been dumped, and it feels horrible.

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

There is no love without suffering.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

I know what it's like to have my heart broken. It is not adorable.

Like you and your woman ain't gettin' along and you're in love. You can't sleep at nights. Your mind is on her - on whatever. You know, that's the blues. You can't hug that money at night. You can't kiss it.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

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

Heartbreak is a real thing.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn't love you.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

Breakups are still uncomfortable, period, and especially when you really are in love with somebody. They are not the easiest things to deal with, and once you break up, you're trying to get used to not being with that person.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Grief is the price we pay for love.

You don't stop thinking about women just because your wife dies. It's terrible, but you know. I just want the hugs, the kisses. A kiss!