Quotes About Heartache

Don't ever, he said, be afraid of me. But I was. He'd driven a silver nail through my heart.

For this was not the outcry of love, but one at last, and utterly, and forever, cheated.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the one that you love doesn't love you.

Unrequited love, she was discovering, was much worse when one actually saw the object of one's desire.

he were a young man, he might believe he would never forget her skin, or her smile, or the strength of her. But he had learned that the mind didn't always hold on to what the heart demanded. Remember, he told his hands. Remember this.

The death of my child was the death of my own heart.

and she would always love him, but deep down, they had nothing in common. She had to be honest.

I'm sorry it turned out this way, Dad. It's not what I wanted.

And then," she finished, "there was the awful sound of a man crying, Honey.

People say time heals wounds, but they are wrong. It doesn't heal at all. You just learn to live with it. When she died, we lost a part of our hearts.

Baby leaving you is easier than being gone I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong

I know that being ridiculed for being a Spurs fan is part of the deal and that this team will tear my heart out more times than it will make me leap for joy, but I have made my choice. I can't wait for the glory, glory nights yet to come.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life. I would not wish such a love on anyone, man or woman, for it can make your life a paradise, or it can destroy you utterly.

Oh mi amor, te extraño, me dolés en la piel, en la garganta, cada vez que respiro es como si el vacío me entrara en el pecho donde ya no estás

One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, 'Why am I out on the highway this time of night?' I was miserable, and it all came to me: 'I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with. I can't fall in love with this man, but it's just like a ring of fire.

Depois olhas para ela e sorris um sorriso que o teu rosto hipócrita irá recordar até ao fim dos teus dias. Querida, dizes, isto é apenas um capítulo do meu romance. É assim que a perdes.

Maybe it was loss or love or some other word hat we say when it's too fucking late.

The heart, once broken, stayed broken.

The sadness you feel is not your own. It's his sadness you feel in your heart, Amy, for missing you.

so sad she couldn't even cry.

There was a deep heartache inside its phrases, but the feeling was expressed with such tenderness that it did not seem sad. It made him think of the way time felt, always falling into the past, becoming memory.

That was always the hardest part, missing you.

From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.