Quotes About Heartache

Lieb Liebchen, leg 's Händchen aufs Herze mein; - Ach, hörst du, wie's pochet im Kämmerlein, Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg, Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg. Es hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht; Es hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht. Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann, Damit ich balde schlafen kann.

Je hebt parels en diamanten hebt alles wat je hartje begeert. En óók nog de mooiste ogen. M'n liefje wat wil je nog meer? En op die aandoenlijke ogen schreef ik een lied, keer op keer. Een vlucht van gevleugelde woorden. M'n liefje wat wil je nog meer? Maar die 'aandoenlijke' ogen op mij, ze deden zó'n zeer dat jij me te gronde gericht hebt. M'n liefje wat wil je nog meer? (Seth Gaaikema)

Wenn zwei voneinander scheiden, So so geben sie sich die Händ Und fangen an zu weinen, Und seufzen ohne End. Wir haben nicht geweinet, Wir seufzten nicht Weh und Ach! Die Tränen und die Seufzer, Die kamen hintennach.

One minute you're closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, next minute they need only to say the words 'time apart', 'serious talk' or 'maybe you...' and you're never going to see them again and will have to spend the next six months having imaginary conversations in which they beg to come back, and bursting into tears at the sight of their toothbrush.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

It's wrong for parents to bury their children. It should be the other way around.

'The Notebook' gets me every time. It's a great love story. Boy from the wrong side of the tracks. They get on each other's nerves, but they can't live without each other. It almost makes me shed a tear.

Mike Campbell and Don Henley and I wrote 'The Heart of the Matter,' which was a huge hit for Don.

This is the big one! You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming to join ya, honey!

I'm building this reputation as YA heartbreaker, I know. Some people like 'happily ever after,' but I don't think that's me.

I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

I put my heart into 'Vaaranam Ayiram.' I lost my father when I began the film, and the tragedy turned my entire script around.

For reasons I don't fully understand, tragic love has a certain appeal.

For whatever reason, I've always gravitated towards music that feels nostalgic or longing or beautifully tragic.

The death of my daughter is a subject I talk about briefly because there is nothing more tragic.

Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?

People aren't supposed to feel jilted and have their hearts broken by their friends.

I shrug like I don't care. ...Like every fiber of my being isn't weeping in need for him

I thought you were gone, Pepper. It was bad enough to lose you the first time, but to lose you like that? I couldn't have dealt with that.

Didn't she know yet? People you loved, the ones you cared about the most, they all died eventually. No one was spared. When you lost them, everything you had, all of your heart, was lost, too. It crippled you. Left you an empty shell, functioning on instinct alone. "You're horrible," she whispered, so softly that

Soft hearts bled, and in their pain they caused grief and havoc.