Quotes About Heartache

If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine.

When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling-like having your heart carved out.

But the truth stretched out in front of him; loving her hadn't been enough. Not enough for her.

Some things in life were truly difficult. Finding the source of the Nile, for example. Or exploring the South Pole. But falling out of love with a man who never looked at her twice, why should that prove an insurmountable challenge?

Such a lonely feeling, being hopelessly in love.

Some men's deaths left little besides unfulfilled obligations and the inconvenience of a corpse. The departure of others tore holes in the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to know them.

He walked to the grandfather clock and pretended to check the time on his watch, when he wanted to grab the poker next to the grate and smash everything in the room. The children they were going to have. The life they were going to share. Everything slashed and burned in a vicious assault by reality. And her, oblivious to his pain, throwing away their happiness as if it were last week's bread.

Till you experience it, you think that grief is one emotion. It isn't; it is many emotions packaged into one. It's like standing at the top of a tall building and having the floor fall out.

I was blinded by being a romantic person.

Her heart felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and fierce. From grief over the warm and ardent love which she had lost and still secretly mourned; from anguished joy over the pale, luminous love which drew her to the farthest boundaries of life on this earth. Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs in the garden at world's end.

They say it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. And of course, they* are right. But more than that, loss is love. Or rather, Love guarantees loss, and loss authenticates love. It is the obverse of the same coin, the Queen's Head, the hall mark, the stamp and seal of proof.

Sabes qué es lo peor que te puede pasar? Que no puedas confiar en la persona que más amas en el mundo

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

I barely remember her, but I am still in love with her ghost.

even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Those left behind sometimes try and stop loving- but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

I would give everything, even memory—especially memory—if I could hold Leo again. The weight of his absence is the weight of the entire world. I

I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.

My brain tells me it will be better to just let him go. My heart... not so much.

I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.

Unfortunately, I can't run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I'll never be the same.

But I know loving someone means losing a part of myself.

Being in love is sweet as honey, but the taste fades as soon we start squeezing some drops of lemon in it, which are lies, disrespect and cheating.

Nothing ever breaks the heart, besides what it loves.