Quotes About Heartache

I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.

Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.

Love, so many People use your Name in vain.

Love was an agony beyond compare

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

Love on the rocks, ain't no surprise. Pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies.

You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

In no other game but love can you make all the right moves and still lose.

Even if I thought he as perfect for her." She turned to face him. "What were we thinking?" "We weren't," he said. "We were in love.

If you took love out of the equation, I wouldn't know what else to write about.

If your heart did not break now and then, Spring Moon, how would you know it was there? Hearts break, then mend and break and mend again in a cycle without beginning, without end. As surely as dawn sows the evening, twilight sows the morn.

it's a tough thing having to step aside for a friend, when your heart's breaking and your nether parts are still tangled up in their base desires.

One thing I have finally gotten through my thick skull: Anyone looking for love is also looking for trouble.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

I could say that I'd be faithful- I could say it one sweet, easy breath, but to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.

Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.

When you lose a parent, you're an orphan. When you lose a husband, you're a widow. But as Zig had learned fourteen years ago, when you lose a child, they don't have a name for that.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

Friend John, I pity your poor bleeding heart; and I love you the more because it does so bleed.

his very heart was bleeding, and it took all the manhood of him, and there was a royal lot of it, too, to keep him from breaking down.

Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall

The box was small and oblong and apparently made of silver and porcelain. It was a beautiful shade of blue, but then not exactly blue, it was more like lilac. But then, not exactly lilac either, since it had a tinge of grey in it. To be more precise, it was the color of heartache.

I wanted to get rid of a certain aspect of my character. I was performing a kind of self-abortion with those aspirin. It worked for a while. Then it stopped; but I had no heart to try again.

Someone who loved you would understand." Stopping, her cheeks paling alarmingly, Georgiana snatched her hand from his grip. "I would never trust anyone who said he cared for me. I've heard it before." With that, she rejoined his aunts, leaving him standing alone by the refreshment table. Apparently he'd destroyed much more than her maidenhead. He'd destroyed her ability to trust her heart—or anyone else's.