Quotes About Heartache

And though my heart keeps beating only to keep breaking-- I do not question why.

In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said, "Is it good, friend?""It is bitter—bitter," he answered;"But I like it"Because it is bitter,"And because it is my heart."

Don't wish. Don't Start. Wishing only wounds the heart.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you

Of course, it's a little late for a heart to heart when one of the hearts is half a cup of ash.

A broken heart bleeds tears.

About my marriage life, it has been pretty painful, pretty sad. I can't say there was no unpleasantness at all. I can't say it was smooth and happy or anything. There were lot of painful experiences we both went through.

I think everyone knows what it is like being in love. It's never a smooth thing. Whether you are happily together or not.

To have someone know you so thoroughly and not want you. Is there anything more painful?

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

There's no statute of limits on a wounded heart

You can't live your life fixed on what you never had...You start doing that, it will eat away at your heart.

Ah, what stars there are in the Ukraine. I've been living in Moscow almost seven years, but I still feel drawn to my homeland. My heart aches, I get a terrible urge to board a train and be off. To see the cliffs covered in

She must either forget him or die herself. It was impossible to go on like this. Impossible! She must forget him, forget him at any cost! But she could not forget him, that was the trouble.

Perhaps that's just why you loved me,' I thought. 'Joys are forgotten, but sorrows never.

terrible are the wounds of a murdered dream

he tried to remind himself , don't think about her! don't think about her! he said to himself, i am sick with compassion

life itself is anything beyond a heartless little chimera- it is as real in its weariness and bitter heartache

The older I get, there doesn't seem to be anything remotely more interesting than talking about love and the lack of it and what happens when it's taken away from someone who's had it.

A capacity for hating the object of desire is, perhaps, the best cure for love in cases of disappointment.

Pop songs now, they're about the aftermath of love.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.