Browsing Topic Best Breaking My Heart Quotes

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Lord, I am willing to break my heart in order that I may satisfy Thy heart!

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart, don’t know how to laugh either.

Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

If God made the world, I would not be that God, for the misery of the world would break my heart.

Celia, wait, Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me. It has to kill one of us, Celia says quietly.

Now no one will listen to songs. The prophesied days have begun. Latest poem of mine, the world has lost its wonder, Don’t break my heart, don’t ring out.

It breaks my heart that I don’t see my daughters every day, don’t get to hug them and brush their hair.

The kissed surprised him because it had been so long since he’d kissed anyone but Elspeth. It surprised Valentina because she had hardly ever kissed anyone that way – to her, kissing had always been more theoretical than physical. Afterwards she stood with her eyes closed, lips parted, face tilted. Robert thought, She’s going to break my heart and I’m going to let her.

If you ask people what they’ve always wanted to do, most people haven’t done it. That breaks my heart.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.

A lot of my songs are personal and about me being 16 and having guys break my heart and feeling like it’s the end of the world.

When one door closes another door opens. Usually a refrigerator.

So my biggest fun has been watching my daughters grow up. Now, unfortunately they’re hitting the age where they still love me, but they think I’m completely boring. And so they’ll come in, pat me on the head, talk to me for 10 minutes, and then they’re gone all weekend. Right? They break my heart! So now I’ve got to start thinking, Well what’s going to replace that fun?

You know what, the thing that breaks my heart is that there’s no way I can answer it without hurting someone on either side.

Well it’s been about 100 years and every attempt at a comics writers’ union has failed miserably. There is, sadly, a long history of short-term thinking and self-destructive behavior among my fellow comic book creators. No matter how many horror stories they have heard they won’t even go so far as to hire themselves a lawyer when they need it. It breaks my heart. I am a very proud union member of the Writers Guild. And I can’t imagine my fellow comic creators being able to pull something like this together.

If God made this world, then i would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

My little girls can break my heart. They can make me cry just looking at them eating their string beans.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind. Too often, our world is divisive and cruel where it needs to be uniting and loving.

It breaks my heart that my father never knew my children. He should have been around for another 25 years.

What breaks my heart is in the United States hundreds of thousands wake up on a Sunday and church never crosses their mind.

Right then, it didn’t matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

She said that you’ve break my heart

Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn’t love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who’ll break my Heart

I have to ask myself how I can possibly expect to know Jesus as he would want to be known if my life remains unscathed by trouble and grief. How can I hope to grasp anything of God’s heart for this broken planet if I never weep because its brokenness touches me and breaks my heart? How can I reflect his image if I never share in his sufferings? And how will any of us ever learn to treasure his hesed and grace if we never experience phases where these blessings seem absent?

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

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

If there is one regret that I have had in my life, it is that I never fathered any children. There are times, when I look at what Fergus and Beryl have produced, when I consider myself fortunate, but there are also times when it breaks my heart.

I know what it’s like to have a broken heart. I know what it’s like to feel pain: When my songs don’t become hits, it breaks my heart. There are a million ways to break a heart. I can relate.

Have you not seen that in our days Of any whose story, song or art Delights us, our sincerest praise Means, when all’s said, ‘You break my heart?

First move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.