Quotes About Heartache

Je passe mes jours et mes nuits à tenter d'oublier Claire. C'est un travail à plein temps. Le matin, en me réveillant, je sais que telle sera ma seule occupation jusqu'au soir. J'ai un nouveau métier: oublieur de Claire. L'autre jour, à déjeuner, Jean Marie Périer m'a asséné : -Quand tu sais pourquoi tu aimes quelqu'un , c'est que tu ne l'aimes pas.

La grande question dans la vie, c'est la douleur que l'on cause, et la métaphysique la plus ingénieuse ne justifie pas l'homme qui a déchiré le coeur qui l'aimait. »

L'amour est la seule déception programmée, le seul malheur prévisible dont on redemande. »

Dragostea noastra a fost invinsa de intonatii.

Est-il possible de tomber amoureux sans que cela finisse dans le sang, le sperme et les larmes?

Dragostea este singura deceptie programata, singura nenorocire previzibila, pe care o vrei mereu si mereu.

El amor es un combate perdido de antemano.

Eu o iubeam anapoda iar ea nu m? mai iubea de fel.

Tu as déjà souffert par amour? — Non, tu le sais bien. Je ne suis jamais tombé amoureux. C'est mon grand malheur. — Parfois je t'envie. Moi, je ne suis jamais resté amoureux, c'est pire.

Certes, il avait été fou de croire qu'une jeune femme pût avoir le goût sensible de sa présence. Fou ! fou ! mais quel raisonnement nous préserverait de cette insupportable douleur, lorsque l'être adoré dont l'approche est nécessaire à notre vie même physique, se résigne d'un coeur indifférent (satisfait peut-être) à notre absence éternelle ? Nous ne sommes rien pour celle qui nous est tout.

Ye who have laid your love to rest, And wept above their lifeless clay, Know not the anguish of that breast, Whose lov'd are rudely torn away. Ye may not know how desolate, Are bosoms rudely forced to part, And how a dull and heavy weight, Will press the life-drops from the heart.

Nowhere has God promised anyone, even His children, immunity from sorrow, suffering, and pain. This world is a "vale of tears," and disappointment and heartache are as inevitable as clouds and shadows. Suffering is often the crucible in which our faith is tested. Those who successfully come through the "furnace of affliction" are the ones who emerge "like gold tried in the fire.

I know of few families today that aren't touched to some extent by the heartache of divorce, including our own.

We don't have to be on the battlefields of the world to experience strife and conflict. We need only to open our eyes each morning and read the headlines, we need only to turn a keen ear when our phones ring with bad news, we need only to open our hearts to those next door—and maybe even in our own homes—to notice those with grieving hearts.

Hers was not love lost; it was love denied.

1. Your heart starts hurting when you think about him.

You seem so far away though you are standing near. You made me feel alive, but something died I fear. I really tried to make it out, I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good.

Je suis triste et malade. Peut-etre a cause de Vous, peut-etre a cause d'un autre. Peut-etre a cause de Vous.

Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you?' It's the sound of the Shangri-Las grown up, two kids upstairs asleep, a bottle of red wine open on the kitchen table. Sung by Agnetha, alone at the microphone, to her ex-husband in the control booth, 'The Winner Takes It All' was pure musical theatre, but frightening because it was clearly real – anyone listening knew they were intruding on the private grief of an ex-couple

The glass is cut, the bottle run dry. Our love runs cold in the caverns of the night.

I read in a magazine the other day that Hindu Indians do not mourn their dead; instead they rejoice, believing that the loved one has gone to a better place. I cannot imagine that, myself, for how can the heart not ache with the sorrow of that terrible finality? Do these people have no feelings?

I'm staring at this girl who I know would break me if I loved her but I can't help it.

All love stories," Maya's father had told her many years ago, "end in tragedy." Maya had shaken her head and said, "God, Dad, that's grim." "Yes, but think about it: You either fall out of love, or, if you're really one of the lucky ones, you live long enough to watch your soul mate die." Maya