Quotes About Heartache

No, she must not begin to doubt. She hated him. She hated him because he had brought turmoil into her life again. And emotion. And bitter regret for all that might have been. She hated him.

She had lost all that was most precious in her life.

You still love him, then, he said when they had moved out of earshot. Elizabeth decided not to lie. Against all reason, yes, she said.

There was loneliness and emptiness without Teddy, she had said. He had news for her. There was always loneliness and emptiness. It was part of the condition of living.

Teddy. Diana floated on a cushion of fuzziness and wanted him. She wanted the terrible loneliness to go away. But Teddy was dead. He would never be there again.

And so he had lost her before he had ever had a chance of having her. And had determinedly, over the next several years, pushed the pain and the longing into the background of his mind, forced friendship to the fore, and won his battle.

The price of love, she thought, was pain. Was it worth it? Was it better not to love at all?

My life came to an end the day I left you. I have lived in hell since then. Were those the feelings of a man who did not know what deep emotion was?

Perhaps it was the knowledge that she was beyond him that had made his love of her such a lasting, painful thing.

I still miss him. There is a loneliness and an emptiness where he was.

She had always known deep down that she had never recovered fully from his defection. She had loved him for so long that he had become part of her very being.

She had not got over him at all, in fact, and she was disgusted with herself when forced to admit the truth.

I shall always love you, he had said, and Elizabeth had believed him. She laughed harshly now . . . Forever did not last very long, she reflected.

The memory of his treachery would harden her against her own heart.

I had to forget you, force you from my thoughts and my heart. I could not have stayed sane else.

They had talked and talked, planning and dreaming of a future that was not meant to be.

Rebecca was conscious of a dull ache inside, which she could not disguise.

There is a terrible pain,' she said softly, 'about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power.

He should have stayed away. The memories were going to be very sweet, it was true. They were also going to be unbearable.

I'd been in love dozens of times, but it was always the unrequited kind.

When two hearts beat as one, there are in-laws to bond with, or, in my family's case, outlaws. But for our first years Warren and I never go to Texas, not once. (Later, I'll resent this like hell, but I don't recall arguing about it much.) Daddy's dying in the house I grew up in, while Mother begrudgingly nurses him.

clawing at my heart all these years.

Never fall in love with anything that can't love you back.

Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe; the very accents of love were ineffectual. I was encompassed by a cloud which no beneficial influence could penetrate. The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had