Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love – if once one has ever fallen in.

True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you, and I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.

This is what it felt like to have a broken heart. It felt less like a cracking down the middle and more like she had swallowed it whole and it sat bruised and bleeding in the pit of her stomach.

I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.

Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.

To love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

I felt her absence. It was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.

Heartbreak could be lived with if it weren’t accompanied by regret.

The worst feeling in the world is knowing you’ve done everything you can to show someone you love them, and yet they still choose someone else over you.