Quotes About Heartache

At the end of the day, the only thing you'll sigh over after making a poet fall for you is that you could not become his first love.

The truth is that there is almost nothing as tiresome as unwanted love.

Loving someone is easy but losing someone is hard.

Death is no respecter of love.

It must be that, whatever its promise, love does not by itself endure. But why? What was the failure behind the failure of love ?

I lost track of day and night too. My time was divided into Dimitri and not-Dimitri. He was my world. When he wasn't there, the moments were agony.

Rose you can't go." This time the sadness in Lissa's voice was mirrored though the bond, flooding into me. "It's not that Dimitri didn't ask to see you. He asked specifically not to see you.

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

The reason it's so painful when someone disappears is you have to face the fact that the person you loved had probably left you a long time before he grabbed his coat and scrammed.

Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time.

Pretending you are not in love with someone only delays the time of you getting over them.

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

Every single time you looked at me, through the corner of your eye and smiled. My heart pushed the ribs with all the force towards my lungs, until it got crushed and I could not breathe anymore.

There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.

But she felt an unexpected stab of loneliness. Teddy was not there. If she were to reach out to where he had always lain beside her, he would not be there. He would never be there again. Not ever or ever or ever.

You offer emptiness and heartache and an endless search for pleasure with which to fill the emptiness.

She saved herself from endless heartache. . . . She probably spent a cold and lonely old age wishing she had a little pleasure to look back upon . . . Prim virtue can be a cold bedfellow.

She had lost him. It mattered not that she still loved him against all reason, and that perhaps he regretted losing her. The truth was that they could never revive their relationship.

She knew that her only chance of attaining peace of mind was never to see him again. Yet how could she forget him? Dear God, how was she to live without him?

She wished he had stayed half a world away for the rest of his life.

He must not know that this separation would be more painful to her than it would be to him.

The need to cry was almost a pain.