Quotes About Heartache

The dead have a long reach. And they can be patient. They wait till you are ready, and then they seep back into your heart and crack it open.

The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.

We will never be together.

I WAS seriously hurt because of you. Seeing you in another guy's arms, kissing him... It shredded me, Eva. Cut me open and left me bleeding. I kicked he ass in self-defense.

Sometimes love's not enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it ?

As long as you understand the difference. People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

Sometimes love isn't enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it?

I will see to this; you see to your sister. Be quick about it. It won't be long before I come for you, and you'd best be ready, Jess, with my ring still gracing your hand. You won't stay me then. I'll drag you to Scotland in irons if I have to." He left her in a rush. As always, taking her heart with him.

Sometimes love isn't enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it?

I'm losing my mind without you.

You're the reason I breathe, I can't turn it off." I slid my mouth across her cheek. "I think of nothing but you. All day. Every day. Everything I do, I do with you in mind. There's no room for anyone else. It kills me that you have room for him.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

y acabé triste, desesperada y aterradoramente enamorada.

The words she wanted to say burned her throat and tongue, explanations and declarations that would only cause more pain because the end would only be the same.

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

Whatever." I sighed inwardly at her mention of my ex, Brett Kline, who was front man for a band on the rise and one of the sexiest men I'd ever met. Like Gideon, he radiated sex appeal like a heat wave. Unlike Gideon, he wasn't the love of my life. I was never going to wade in that pool again.

You can still find disappointment in those you adore.

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief. --from The Couriers, written 4 November 1962

Yet I liked him too much… way too much, and I ripped him out of my heart so it wouldn't get to hurt me more than it did.

In life, love gnawed my skin To this white bone; What love did then, love does now: Gnaws me through.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom

Who then devised the torment? Love.

Of all the songs we Zida'ya sing, she (Aditu) murmured, the closest to our hearts are those which tell of things lost. Perhaps that is because none of us can show something's value until it is gone, said Josua.