Loading filters...
83 quotes
The heart, though bruised, may yet beat with a renewed and brighter hope.
The human heart is a fragile thing, easily broken, but capable of incredible healing.
The human heart: a fragile vessel, easily shattered, yet endlessly capable of repair.
The heart asks first for joy, then settles for mere absence of pain.
The heart, a shadowed chamber, echoes with the whispers of what might have been.
The world is wide, but the heart, a smaller room. Yet infinite the echoes there may bloom.
The heart is a relentless gardener, forever replanting hope in the face of frost.
The heart, a shadowed clock, ticks with a rhythm only sorrow understands.
Despair is but the echo of a hope once held too tightly.
The human heart, a fragile vessel, easily shattered by the storms of fate.
The heart is a shadowed chamber, where secrets fester and memories haunt.
The heart, a fragile vessel, easily shattered by the tempest of grief.
The heart is a fragile thing; handle with caution, or prepare for the shards.
It is a curious thing, the human heart, so easily swayed by flattery and so resistant to honest affection.
The heart, like a garden, requires constant tending to flourish. Neglect it, and weeds of discontent will soon take root.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, yet we relentlessly pursue it.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Armor yourself, and you armor your heart.
The heart, a fragile vessel, easily broken, yet endlessly resilient.
A witty remark is often the most effective disguise for a wounded heart.
The heart, a fragile vessel, easily swayed by the winds of emotion.
Trust is a fragile thing, easily shattered, painstakingly rebuilt, and never quite the same.
Sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting go, even when every fiber of your being screams to hold on.
Trust is a fragile thing; once broken, it's rarely, if ever, fully restored.
The subtlest betrayals are often those committed in the name of love.
The heart, a fickle compass, ever points towards that which wounds it most.
The heart, though wounded, is a resilient instrument, capable of playing new melodies.
The human heart is resilient; it bends, but rarely breaks.
Love is a business deal dressed up in emotions. The smart ones read the fine print.
Trust is a fragile thing. Once broken, it's never quite the same.
The heart, a restless wanderer, forever seeking a home it already possesses.
The heart is a fragile thing; handle it with care, or watch it shatter.
The heart, like a stubborn child, often desires what it cannot have.
Love is a game, and like any game, the player who cares the least usually wins.
To confuse passion with true affection is a mistake many a heart has paid dearly for.
The heart, like the ocean, can weather any storm, but bears the scars of each.
Love is a fragile thing, easily broken by the weight of unspoken words.
The heart, a restless bird, seeks a cage of affection, yet yearns for boundless flight.
The heart, a hummingbird, flits to the nearest sweetness, ignoring the thorn.
The heart, a treacherous compass, often leads us astray.
The hardest stories to write are the ones that bleed from your own heart.
Some stories aren't meant to have happy endings. They're meant to break you open, so you can find the pieces worth rebuilding.
The heart, a shadowed chamber, echoes with the whispers of what could have been.