Quotes About Heartache

On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.

My heart is dark and ripe as a bruise. An ache hollowing me out. Missing you has no purpose, no point. But still I do.

I got a phone call saying we are from the News of the World, and we're exposing you and David Beckham. My heart did not beat for a minute.

You either have to sing about being scorned by a lover or sing about thinking a boy is cute and wanting him to notice you. That's about as edgy as you can get.

Everything beautiful felt like a fist clamped around Tess's heart, squeezing.

I'm sorry. For thinking there was anything in this world I loved more than you.

She wasn't sure she could breathe without him.

I was literally seeing stars, and every ragged breath I took felt like I was trying to breathe through broken glass. On the upside, my crush on Archer was totally gone. Over. Once a boy has slammed his kneecap into your rib cage, I think any romantic feeling should naturally go the way of the ghost.

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again.

Even if the cables hold,your heart might not.

Because promises are potato chips. They're cheap. Easy to break. Too many hurt your heart.

saying she was leaving him—and I buried

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

She felt like the crushed petals of a violet, dark and limp. No, no, no. She bit her knuckle until she tasted blood. Cy was gone.

Jake, anyway, and somehow that seemed far, far worse. The couldn't

I never stopped loving you. Even with everything between us, some part of me always loved you.

It was an epitaph in an Irish cemetery and it just seems to fit perfectly. It says, 'Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal.

Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal

It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.

And whoever loves much will have great sorrow; therefore those whose love grows will know more sorrow.

What greater pain could mortals have than this To see their children dead before their eyes

This leprous daybreak, dawn night's fangs have mangled – This is not that long-looked for break of day, Not that clear dawn in quest of which those comrades Set out, believing that in heaven's wide void Somewhere must be the stars' last halting-place, Somewhere the verge of night's slow-washing tide, Somewhere the anchorage for the ship of heartache.10

Mars knew that love wasn't all red-paper valentines and candy hearts. Love wasn't always joy. Love could be hot-blooded pain down to the bone. Sometimes love was despair. And sometimes love was wrong.

Michael should have tried. Jana hated him for not being Romeo. She loved him with all her heart and hated him just the same. He should have killed himself over her. "Dammit, Michael, love me!" Jana said out loud. The words flew from her heart. They were the colour of blood. "Love me, love me, love me!