Quotes About Heartache

We Spaniards know a sickness of the heart that only gold can cure.

Men's pain is lightly borne and swiftly over. Our wounds are of the flesh, which is nothing; women's is of the heart—sorrow unending, far more bitter to bear.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

I want to tell you I'm strong and resolute, but in truth, I feel afraid and alone and uncertain. I feel as if he has died, and I suppose in some way it's true. I'm left with nothing but this strange beating in my heart that tells me I'm meant to do something in this world. I cannot apologize for it, or for loving this small beating as much as him.

I didn't see why loving someone had to have so much agony attached to it. It felt like a series of fresh cuts in the skin of my heart

It has been a day of suffering for you," he said, and the words opened a ravine of sadness in me. My eyes glazed, a sob creeping up the back of my throat.

A história não são apenas fatos e eventos. A história também é a dor em nosso coração, e nós repetimos a história até que sejamos capazes de fazer nossa a dor no coração de outro.

I slept with grief and woke to it. It was always there, a black strap around my heart.

Were women the only ones with hearts large enough to hold such anguish?

All my life, I have run after false gold. You were the only treasure I ever had—and then I lost you.

Being in North Korea was profoundly depressing. There was no other way of putting it. The sealed border was not just at the 38th parallel, but everywhere, in each person's heart, blocking the past and choking off the future. As much as I loved those boys, or because of it, I was becoming convinced that the wall between us was impossible to break down, and not only that, it was permanent.

There was no quiet, delicate crying, only body-wrenching sobs that clawed at her soul and left her with nothing but a sense of emptiness that she was afraid would never go away.

When she'd heard the news on the phone it had torn a hole in her and she went immediately hard and did not cry. If she let herself feel, the part of her that was left would be riddled wigth holes and there'd be nothing left. She had not, since then, shed a tear. Her body shut down; to allow feeling would sink her

If, indeed, that was love, it wasn't enough.

I had always held the notion that if two people love the same thing, they must love each other as well, but now the memories of that love had been tarnished by betrayal.

It's well known by psychologists and anyone with a beating heart that the pain of losing something you're told is already yours is far greater than the pain of not getting something you wish for in the abstract.

You're right. I have no heart because I lost it to you.

But it's the nature—no, the duty—of a child to grow up and leave you. Doesn't seem fair, does it? The person you love most in the world is destined to leave you and break your heart.

She had known a love as intense as the brightest star, and a betrayal deeper than the blackest void in space.

Maybe that was why the term "old flame" had been invented. Somebody always got burned.

Although it seemed impossible to find joy in the depths of her grief, Annie sensed that this was what Gran had been trying to tell her all along. She finally understood. This hurt she felt was the price of loving with her whole heart. But having Gran in her life had been worth every moment of pain.

a broken heart doesn't care how the love got lost.

Maybe the lesson to be learned here was that the price of letting someone into her heart was the pain of letting go. Or maybe the even harder work of holding on, no matter what the risk.

If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.