Crying And Heartbreak Quotes & Sayings

Love is such a cruel thing. One minute you've been texting them for hours, hoping he'll ask you ask on a date, or just telling you how he feels about you. Next minute, he's saying the stupid, "No it's me not you. We can just be friends." While I'm crying my eyes out hoping you may take me back. Cause I don't want to be friends. — Felisha Rush

He ate what was set before him — Robert A. Heinlein

Jo Wood was sound, sound as a bell. Solid, cynical, amused and occasionally amusing, he did not appear to be very intelligent, and unlike Richard Fawcett and me, seemed uninterested in words, ideas and the world. But one day he said to me:
'I've got it now. It's reading isn't it?'
'I'm sorry?'
'You read a lot, don't you? That's where it all comes from. Reading. Yeah, reading.'
The next time I saw him he had a Herman Hesse novel in his hands. I never saw him again without a book somewhere on his person. When I heard, some years later, that he had got into Cambridge I thought to myself, I know how that happened. He decided one day to read. — Stephen Fry

slow down, oh sweet tears
flowing nectar...down my lashes' tips

someday
someone will kiss you away,
even before you can reach my lips. — Sanober Khan

Don't stifle your career by limiting you knowledge. — David Cottrell

All lies, freckled vows, crying-weeping on your toes
Expected jelly beans gusto, got yourself a life imperfecto
Too good a gal, too arrogant a gal
Too independent, too in need of Chanel
Took a careless ride, leaped for a perilous dive
Now look who thrived, who gave you a vibe.
- Chicken In Chicken Out — Heenashree Khandelwal

When the police is corrupt,
it says something about the government.
At least.

P. Hermans — Petra Hermans

As many times as I had seen them crying or losing sleep over some dumb bitch in a pair of fuck-me heels that never gave a shit about them anyway, I couldn't understand it. The women that were worth that kind of heartbreak wouldn't let you fall for them so easy. They wouldn't bend over your couch, or allow you to charm them into their bedroom on the first- or even the tenth. — Jamie McGuire

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't? — Donna Lynn Hope

The ultimate goal of the NSA is total population control — William Binney

Conscription is an impediment to achieving the forces Australia needs. It is an alibi for failing to give proper conditions to regular soldiers. We will abolish conscription forthwith. By abolishing it, Australia will achieve a better army, a better-paid army - and a better, united society. — Gough Whitlam

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears. — Criss Jami

I was in the biggest breakdown of my life when I stopped crying long enough to let the words of my epiphany really sink in. That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder. — Jennifer Salaiz

Would you shut up and let me find my car keys that you threw across the room? I had a long day fighting with this world I'm not trying to end it fighting with you. You keep stressing other women but understand those other women don't stress me like this. In the corner crying like you're hurt, I know you're hurt I'm just too frustrated and annoyed to care... "Boyfriend" from Crucified for 33 Thoughts — Jackson Saint-Louis

You think this is the first
time Lila's been impulsive? Seriously, dude, you do remember my sister,
right? Short, blonde, impulsive as shock therapy? Stubborn as a mule who
won't take no for an answer?'
Alex raises an eyebrow. Without reading his mind I can tell he's thinking
that that's like the ear wax laughing at the snot. — Sarah Alderson

Thank God, thank God. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The tears, when they come to some men, are worse than beatings. They're wounded worse by sobbing, men like that, than they are by boots and batons. Tears begin in the heart, but some of us deny the heart so often, and for so long, that when it speaks we hear not one but a hundred sorrows in the heartbreak. We know that crying is a good and natural thing. We know that crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength. Still, the weeping rips us root by tangled root from the earth, and we crash like fallen trees when we cry. — Gregory David Roberts

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within.
Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself. — Megan McCafferty

I wasn't crying, but my heart was crying. I wasn't feeling, but my heart was bleeding. Now I am crying, but my heart is healing. I am learning that I know nothing. — Benyf

Everything I've done I've done with enthusiasm and passion. — Kevin Keegan

Give someone the power of the gods and he will become as indifferent as the gods. — Rick Yancey

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn't turned out to be. — Gabrielle Zevin

He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her. — Phillip W. Simpson

The ideas that we have about self are an aggregate within a state of mind, and they chain us to a state of mind. — Frederick Lenz

Take heart now in one true thing: You will gain traction. You will grow upwards even when you think you've been slammed back down into that same dark hole. It will start looking like a different hole, one that might still have you
curled up and crying, but that crying will be more transformative than only desperate screams of despair. Your pain can be turned to good account. You're not alone. You've got
this handbook. Keep us with you. — Deborah Pardes

Instead I just stand there, tears running down my cheeks in nameless emotion that tastes of joy and of grief. Joy for the being of the shimmering world and grief for what we have lost. The grasses remember the nights they were consumed by fire, lighting the way back with a conflagration of love between species. Who today even knows what that means? I drop to my knees in the grass and I can hear the sadness, as if the land itself was crying for its people: Come home. Come home.
There are often other walkers here. I suppose that's what it means when they put down the camera and stand on the headland, straining to hear above the wind with that wistful look, the gaze out to sea. They look like they're trying to remember what it would be like to love the world. — Robin Wall Kimmerer