“The Heart Was Made To Be Broken.” —Oscar Wilde

[MarkD]

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taking
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose

 

[hollydolly]

I have a theory/ mottto that I go by.

"If you live long enough, sh!t is gonna happen."

A broken heart will inevitably come with age...looking back on losing loved ones...etc.

which infers broken hearts can't happen to the young....

 

[rgp]

IMO, the only person that can break a person's heart .... is that person themselves. As they are the one that allowed another person to get so close as to have that power , and bring about such sadness.

If a person in a relationship feels it is over, and they desire someone else . Why would/should they stay where they do not choose to be ? They would only be & make it miserable for both. Conversely , why would the other person want them to stay ? When their (heart) is not in it ? I mean who wants to pretend the other one loves them ? And go on living that lie ?

Relationships sometimes just end, turn the page and move on.

Again, jmo.

 

[bobcat]

Only love can break your heart. Only love can mend it again. Neil Young.

Interestingly, Young wrote that in 1970, but Gene Pitney wrote almost exactly the same thing in 1962 in his hit song: "Only Love Can Break A Heart" I'm sure the lyrics are different though.

 

[bobcat]

It is a topic that has occupied the minds of poets, philosophers, and song writers for centuries. Falling in love is a tumultuous adventure that can sweep us off our feet, leaving us both exhilarated and vulnerable. We are pleasure seekers in our journey through life. Our brain seems to be hard wired to remember the negatives, as it has helped us to survive as animals, but when it becomes the deterrent to taking the risk, I think we miss out. Surfers catch big waves because of the thrill, race car drivers do it, mountain climbers do it, and explorers do it. I think it's better to have love and loss than to never have it at all.

Falling in love is like sipping from the intoxicating elixir of joy. It floods our senses, igniting passion and connection. It creates a unique bond that transcends ordinary experiences. Love is a drug (Dopamine, Oxytocin, and Serotonin), but it is life changing, and you seem to suffer withdrawals when you don't get the next hit.

Love demands vulnerability. When we open our hearts, we risk pain, rejection, and heartache. But being in love can be an experience like none other. In my view, it is the pinnacle of human emotions. It's like turning up the volume of life. There is something so fulfilling to love someone and be loved in return. IMO, to go through life without it would be just existing. When you find that special someone, it lights up your life like a candle in an unlit room. You can talk with them for hours about nothing in particular, simply because there is such comfort in just hearing their voice.

It's a cosmic dance of chemistry that can only be understood when it happens to you. It can cause us to do otherwise completely irrational things, but the measure of love is what one is willing to give up for it. It is the canvas of life where we paint our most vivid emotions, and it may even be said that it is the holy grail of our existence. Many people are a testament that you can remain in long term love. It just takes a little care to keep the spark alive and even deepen the relationship.
So is it worth the risk. Absolutely.

 

[Old_Dame]

"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?
I the Lord search the heart and examine the mind to reward each person according to their conduct and according to what their deeds deserve"...Jeremiah 17:9-10

“Prophet Jeremiah”
Fresco by Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel

 

[Old_Dame]

“Thank you”; I love this song!

 

[Old_Dame]

I have a theory/ mottto that I go by.

"If you live long enough, sh!t is gonna happen."

A broken heart will inevitably come with age...looking back on losing loved ones...etc.

Yes. ‘Inevitably’; somewhere between adolescence and adulthood, we experience early on; a sense, a twang, of grief that resembles a broken heart.

The feeling of loss, absence, loneliness, are signs, and all part of the struggle of growing up and casting away the rose-tinted glasses.

 

[Old_Dame]

While love is grand and a broken heart is a real blow, a broken heart restored can be an improvement. What doesn’t kill us makes us better sometimes.

Yes …
Mending Brokenness:

We Are All Kintsugi—

“Kingugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold and lacquer.

It’s the philosophy that something broken can be remade into something even more beautiful.”

I believe it pertains to broken hearts, as well.

 

[Old_Dame]

I think semantics may come into this, too... what one person would call a "broken heart" is like a few months of sadness while for another person, a "broken heart" may devastate them for the rest of life to where they will never feel whole again.

 

[Old_Dame]

The Flower​

George Herbert1593 –
1633

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are Thy returns! ev’n as the flow’rs in Spring,
To which, besides their own demean
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring;
Grief melts away
Like snow in May,
As if there were no such cold thing.

Who would have thought my shrivel’d heart
Could have recover’d greennesse? It was gone
Quite under ground; as flow’rs depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
Where they together
All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.

These are Thy wonders, Lord of power,
Killing and quickning, bringing down to Hell
And up to Heaven in an houre;
Making a chiming of a passing-bell.
We say amisse
This or that is;
Thy word is all, if we could spell.

O that I once past changing were,
Fast in Thy Paradise, where no flower can wither;
Many a Spring I shoot up fair,
Offring at Heav’n, growing and groning thither,
Nor doth my flower
Want a Spring-showre,
My sinnes and I joyning together.

But while I grow in a straight line,
Still upwards bent, as if Heav’n were mine own,
Thy anger comes, and I decline:
What frost to that? what pole is not the zone
Where all things burn,
When Thou dost turn,
And the least frown of Thine is shown?

And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing: O, my onely Light,
It cannot be
That I am he
On whom Thy tempests fell all night.

These are Thy wonders, Lord of love,
To make us see we are but flow’rs that glide;
Which when we once can find and prove,
Thou hast a garden for us where to bide.
Who would be more,
Swelling through store,
Forfeit their Paradise by their pride.

“Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart Could have recover'd greennesse?”

 

[Old_Dame]

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taking
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose

 

[Old_Dame]

IMO, the only person that can break a person's heart .... is that person themselves. As they are the one that allowed another person to get so close as to have that power , and bring about such sadness.

If a person in a relationship feels it is over, and they desire someone else . Why would/should they stay where they do not choose to be ? They would only be & make it miserable for both. Conversely , why would the other person want them to stay ? When their (heart) is not in it ? I mean who wants to pretend the other one loves them ? And go on living that lie ?

Relationships sometimes just end, turn the page and move on.

Again, jmo.

Is it time to turn the page?

NO TURNING BACK

What to do in life
When there's nothing left to do
If the pain becomes real
It's a sign to let go
Too much waiting means wasting more
How many teardrops to shed
Until the eyes drained of tears
A sudden numbness
Of a weary heart and a tired soul
It's time to go forth
It hurts but no turning back
It's time to heal a broken heart.
- Unknown

 

[Old_Dame]

Interestingly, Young wrote that in 1970, but Gene Pitney wrote almost exactly the same thing in 1962 in his hit song: "Only Love Can Break A Heart" I'm sure the lyrics are different though.

 

[Old_Dame]

Falling in love is like sipping from the intoxicating elixir of joy. It floods our senses, igniting passion and connection. It creates a unique bond that transcends ordinary experiences. Love is a drug (Dopamine, Oxytocin, and Serotonin), but it is life changing, and you seem to suffer withdrawals when you don't get the next hit.

Love demands vulnerability. When we open our hearts, we risk pain, rejection, and heartache…

It's a cosmic dance of chemistry that can only be understood when it happens to you.

 

[davey]

One of your celebrated and now deceased psychiatrists in USA defines love in many ways- some in his book the road less travelled
He has an interesting slant on the entire subject - here's one:

“When I genuinely love I am extending myself, and when I am extending myself I am growing. The more I love, the longer I love, the larger I become. Genuine love is self-replenishing. The more I nurture the spiritual growth of others, the more my own spiritual growth is nurtured.”

M. Scott Peck - The Road Less Travelled"

 

[George1959]

The heart might be made to be broken but that doesn’t mean it has to. My niece is dealing with a broken heart. Her boyfriend of 3 years broke up with her. I’m sending lots of cards to support her.

If her friend broke up with her, he obviously didn't love her. Thus he was not "Mr. Right", it's just simple logic. But what can logic achieve in the case of a broken heart? Nothing.

 

[davey]

you drive me crazy baby - would did I do I do?
Ya drive me crazy baby - bobado bobado
you drive me crazy baby - that's why I'm always blue? xxx

 

[Old_Dame]

“When I genuinely love I am extending myself, and when I am extending myself I am growing. The more I love, the longer I love, the larger I become. Genuine love is self-replenishing. The more I nurture the spiritual growth of others, the more my own spiritual growth is nurtured.”

M. Scott Peck - The Road Less Travelled"