Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words?
You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.
When we were writing songs for the Eagles, Don Henley would be involved in some new love relationship, and he was always excited about them. But we were all waiting for the day that they would break up.
Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for.
It is very hard to be in love with someone who no longer loves you, but it is far worse to be loved by someone with whom you are no longer in love.
I don't love you anymore", she whispered. "I don't love you at all." His throat closed. "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.
bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.
I think quite a lot of people have a friendship or a love that's gone like that and it never quite reconciles properly.
How lucky we are that we love each other so much that we burst into three pieces.
From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.
For Beatrice, our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.
Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.
Hearts get infiltrated. Promises get broken. Rules get shattered. Love gets ugly.
love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
I try to work every day because you have no refuge but writing. When you're going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
