Quotes About Heartache

Music breaks my heart constantly.

If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose, If I'm not that arrow to the heart of you, If you don't get drunk on my kiss, If you think you can do better than this then I guess we're done. Let's not drag this on, Consider me gone...

Heartache, to her, coursed through everything--which was as it should be, since people needed it to make them kind.

For the heart is not a candle that, once lit, can be extinguished at will, but a fragile, foolish thing, all too easily wounded, all too slow to heal.

'That's How Strong My Love Is' carries a message that resonates with the broken-hearted, and most of us have been there.

Romance, eternal love, exists in very few cases. And that's a reality you just have to accept.

I know the feeling after a catastrophic loss, to be so close and have it all just end.

But being in love - or actually just chasing boys who don't like me as much as I like them - for me is the ultimate thing.

Almost every girl falls in love with the wrong man, I suppose it's part of growing up.

My lungs are thick with the smoke of your absence.

È un pezzo ormai che mi manchi. Mi sei mancato tanto che ormai è come se ti fossi perso, non so come spiegarlo. Ti ho perso. Non sei più mio.

The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.

Little brother do you hear me Have a heart oh come get near me Misery is not my friend But I'll break before I bend

I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.

As the cards fluttered to earth, as everyone's hand was revealed as worthless, as every point won was shown to be a pointless charade, she would tell them how wonderful this other man was, and how if she didn't see him for another thirty years she would still love him, how she would still love him if he was dead until she was dead too. But instead she watched as Harry Robertson played the right bower, and he and Keith, who always played as partners, won the hand.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. —MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else...

You're still in it. You'll always be in it. No, not literally. But in your heart. Nothing ever ends, not if it's gone that deep. You'll always be walking wounded. That's the only choice, after a while. Walking wounded, or dead. Don't you agree?

Next to not living with those one loves, the worst torture is living with those one doesn't love.

Though sometimes, first love cauterises the heart, and all any searcher will find thereafter is scar tissue.

Todas as histórias de amor são potenciais histórias de dor. Se não no princípio, depois. Se não para um, para o outro. Às vezes para ambos.

There is the question of loneliness. But again, this is not how you imagined it (if you had ever tried to imagine it). There are two essential kinds of loneliness: that of not having found someone to love, and that of having been deprived of the one you did love. The first kind is worse.