Heartbreaking Quotes Quotes

“And there, by the fire, held in the arms of his mother, in the room in which he learnt to crawl, to eat, to walk, to speak, Hamnet takes his last breath. He draws it in, he lets it out. Then there is silence, stillness. Nothing more.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet

“Sadly, although time can heal your wound,
the scar may stay with you for good.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“And the three of us laugh. And I imagine this must be what it's like to have real friends.”
― Alice Oseman, I Was Born for This

“Please,” he said. “There cannot be nobody else but you.”
― Ann Liang, A Song to Drown Rivers

“His eyes fluttered open, focused on me; it was how he had looked at me in all our time together, across the palace rivers, across the polished floors of his chambers, underneath the moonlight. no matter where we were, he was always the first one to spot me, always the last to look away. as if afraid that i would disappear at any moment, like smoke in the breeze. as if he knew that one day, he would run out of time, out of chance.”
― Ann Liang, A Song to Drown Rivers

“You mean a lot to me Foster, more than you'll ever know”
― Keefe Sencen (Shannon Messenger)

“Death is inevitable. We're all going to die eventually. I just happen to know that my end is closer than everyone else's.”
― Berlyn Hayes, Heirs of Secrets

“One can't help but wonder what their relationship will be like in the future, Alcestis and Admetus. Trust, once lost, is hard to recover.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“I looked for you in the palm of my right hand, and all I found were the broken lines that were fading away whilst chasing your ghost that I named loved. Your love for me.”
― Sappho Khizar

“On the night you finally tell him, take him out to dinner. Translate the entrees for him. When you are home, lying in bed together, tell him that you are going to leave. He will look panicked, but not surprised. Perhaps he will say, Look, I don't care who else you're seeing or anything: what is your reason?

Do not attempt to bandy words. Tell him you do not love him anymore. It will make him cry, rivulets wending their way into his ears. You will start to feel sick. He will say something like: Well, you lose some, you lose some. You are supposed to laugh. Ex-hale. Blow your nose. Flick off the light. Have a sense of humor, he will whisper into the black. Have a heart.

Make him breakfast. He will want to know where you will go. Reply: To the actor. Or: To the hunchbacks. He will not eat your break-fast. He will glare at it, stir it around the plate with a fork, and then hurl it against the wall.”
― Lorrie Moore, Self-Help

“The sun sank slowly, illuminating beautiful reds and yellows, with purple just before the stars appeared twinkling against a navy-black background. Only when clouds rolled in and most slept, did Mairi cry.”
― Radiance Hoagland, Hunted

“The mattress has not learned you are gone.
It still bends in the shape of you,
dips where your weight once settled,”
― Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

“Because he'd tasted the suffering of unanswered yearning and understood the pain of lovers separated, Gu Mang tenderly refused to let others experience it too. But he had fallen in love and gotten attached—and, with one move, forsaken the love of his life.”
― Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou, Remnants of Filth: Yuwu (Novel) Vol. 6

“Emma swallowed hard. A lump formed in her throat, but she forced herself to breathe. “Why do you do that?”
Mark tilted his head. “Do what?”
Emma stepped closer, her voice trembling just slightly. “Push people away before they can leave.”
Mark smirked again, but this time, it barely reached his eyes. “Because they always leave.”
― Mason Carter, A Philosophy of Scars: A Story of Broken Hearts and Overthinking Minds

“It’s a mother’s job to give us the confidence needed to push through hard times.”

— The Doctor’s Daughter: Totally heartbreaking and completely unforgettable World War Two historical fiction”
― Shari J. Ryan, The Doctor's Daughter

“There is life after death, happiness after misery, and the chance to create new memories that replace the old.”

— The Doctor’s Daughter: Totally heartbreaking and completely unforgettable World War Two historical fiction”
― Shari J. Ryan, The Doctor's Daughter

“I looked for love in you, and all I could see was you cherishing your nonexistent love for others in guilt and shame. You did not make me feel unloved, you just ripped apart my heart and shattered my soul into billions of those little insignificant particles that can not be seen, not even in the dying flames of a paper.”
― Sappho Khizar

“Her heart felt like splintered glass, on the verge of cracking beyond repair.”
― Tori Weed, The Weight of Wishes

“It is heartbreaking to see someone so cherished being washed away by a tidal wave of deep insecurities.”
― Eduvie Donald

“walter was smilling in his sleep as someone who knew a charming secret. the moon was shining on his pillow through the bars of the leaded window... casting the shadow of a clearly defined cross on the wall above his head. in long-after years Anne was to remember that and wonder if it was an omen of Courvelette.. of a cross-marked grave 'somewhere in France'.”
― L.M.Mongomery

“As if every beautiful thing is meant to be broken, Sshhhh, they don't like these things to be spoken.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“But no one asked her
if she was better now,
What did it take for her to write
something that no one cared about?”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“Sure I can have you
right now and right here,
But at the expense of losing
what I had for years...”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“Lost of a will,
How does it feel?

Making peace with staying stuck,
Accepting that nothing in you left much.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“That night, the fire burned low. Soft and steady. Like it was keeping watch.

The forest, heartbreakingly still. Like something bright had gone out and taken the wind with it.
Coyote stood at the edge of the trees, ears tilted toward the fire, chest rising with something he didn’t know how to name. And then, he threw back his head and let out a howl.

The sound was so raw it felt like the earth itself might crack apart. Not just pain, but love, and loss, and the kind of heartache that has nowhere else to go.

It rose through the trees, tangled in the smoke, and vanished into the stars.
When it faded, he didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just listened to the quiet that now held everything.”
― Jennifer Black, Calvin and The Coyote: A Tender Story About Friendship, Firelight, and Goodbyes Too Big to Say All at Once

“He left sticky notes on mirrors: “Reminder: You are not a joke. You are the structure that allows the joke to exist.”
― Mason Carter, Entropy in Love and Other Errors: Absurdist Short Stories about Meaning, Glitches, and Goodbyes

“I reached into my left pocket for a pack of cigarettes, drew one out, held it between my index and middle finger. I wasn’t addicted to cigarettes, but to the feeling of holding it, lighting it up, letting it burn—letting myself burn. The smoke rose, curling and twisting, as if painting her face in the air, delicate yet fleeting. Her long hair flowed with the wind in those ephemeral wisps, only to disappear before I could hold on to them. So I would take another puff, summon her back, breathe her into existence for just a moment more.”
― Mason Carter, A Philosophy of Scars: A Story of Broken Hearts and Overthinking Minds

“My mind is moving too fast. I can’t catch a single thought before it splinters into a hundred more. I pull out my phone, open my notes app, and start typing like a man possessed. Ideas. Plans. Theories. A novel I’ll never write. A new philosophy that makes perfect sense right now, but will probably look like nonsense in the morning.”
― Mason Carter, A Philosophy of Scars: A Story of Broken Hearts and Overthinking Minds

“There’s no love for me… and I’m trying to accept it because… this is my life now. Here, in the monastery. I’ll never experience true love… I’ll never find my person… never.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“I saw a young woman. A confused little flower trying to bloom in the daylight when you were always meant to thrive beneath the stars, unlike those around you. You've wilted enough for the world, don't you think?”
― K.M. Moronova, The Fabric of Our Souls