"Broken heart" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... From all the love his better years have known Fled like a felon,—ah! but not alone! The chariot flashes through a lantern's glare,— Oh the wild eyes! the storm of sable hair! Still to his side the broken heart will cling,— The bride of shame, the wife without the ring Hark, the deep oath,—the wail of frenzied woe,— Lost! lost to hope of Heaven and ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... against the gable so that one could go up, and standing on the roof, look out over the plain and see where our horses were grazing. There I would sit or lie on the thatch for hours. And I would cry: 'Come to me, my mother! I cannot live without you! Come soon-come soon, before I die of a broken heart!' That was my cry every night, until worn out with my vigil I would go back to my room. And she never came, and at last I knew that she was dead and that we were separated for ever—that there is ...
— Far Away and Long Ago • W. H. Hudson
... Malfi.' Here the corrupt and brutal life of the Italian nobility of the Renaissance is presented with terrible frankness, but with an overwhelming sense for passion, tragedy, and pathos. The most moving pathos permeates some of the plays of John Ford (of the time of Charles I), for example, 'The Broken Heart'; but they are abnormal and unhealthy. Philip Massinger, a pupil and collaborator of Fletcher, was of thoughtful spirit, and apparently a sincere moralist at heart, in spite of much concession in his plays to the contrary demands of the time. ...
— A History of English Literature • Robert Huntington Fletcher
... went closer and saw the wan face and the baby mouth quivering, with the under lip pressed like a child's in pain, she gave an involuntary exclamation. She would not suffer, Hugh had said, she was so young and innocent; and now—the angels comfort your broken heart, sweet Fay. ...
— Wee Wifie • Rosa Nouchette Carey
... 'It settles nothing. I told you that I was a woman with a broken heart. It's not mended; it ...
— Franklin Kane • Anne Douglas Sedgwick
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