Quotes About Heartache

THE BROKEN HEART STILL HAS HEART BEATS. THOUGH YOU MAY FEEL LIKE DEATH, YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU THINK!

To find oneself jilted is a blow to one's pride. One must do one's best to forget it and if one doesn't succeed at least one must pretend to.

It hurts deeper is when somebody you love becomes someone you loved.

Romantic love is painful.

Return enraptur'd Hours, When Delia's heart was mine; When she, with wreaths of flowers, My Temples wou'd entwine. When Jealousy nor care Corroded in my Breast, But Visions, light as Air, Presided o'er my Rest— Now Nightly round my Bed No airy Visions play; No Flowers crown my Head Each Vernal Holyday? For far from those sad Plains My Lovely Delia flies, And rack'd with Jealous Pains, Her wretched Lover dies.34

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache do be my enemy--for friendship's sake.

I experienced a form of grief so intense and pure I thought it would kill me.

Now that my ladder's gone,I must lie down where all the ladders start,In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

That beautiful mild woman for whose sake There's many a one shall find out all heartache On finding that her voice is sweet and low Replied, 'To be born a woman is to know- Although they do not talk of it at school - That we must labor to be beautiful.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

The last time I saw my woman she had a wine glass in her hand. She was drinking down her troubles with a no good sorry man.

The hurt heart heals, but the healed heart still hurts. -- From "Exile" in Finding a Form

When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break.

The day was hot and windless and the sky a hard china blue and I lay alone on the railroad bridge and cried my heart out above a river that seemed to have none.

If it was true, as Henry Meloux said, that he'd heard the Windigo call his name, he understood why now. Because it felt exactly as if his heart had just been torn out of him and devoured.

Grief doesn't come in the moment of loss. It comes in the quiet of the aftermath...she didn't feel grief. In a way, what she felt was emptiness. Her mind told her he was dead. Her heart was not there yet.

How do you say goodbye when your heart is telling you how horribly wrong that would be? How do you let go when everything inside you is screaming to hold on?

I'd considered loss only from my own perspective and Albert's and Mose's and Emmy's, because our parents had been taken from us. But it worked the other way, too. Losing a child, that had to be akin to losing a good part of your heart.

NOTHING IS EVER everything, but the loss of a true love feels that way.

Studies have shown that fathers of murdered children often die within a few years of the murder, often of heart failure. Really, they die of grief.

There are few experiences in life as painful and brutal as the failure of a small business. For a small business conceived and nurtured by its owner is like a living, breathing child. Its loss is no less traumatic than losing a loved one.

it hurt me, and pained my very heart, that any body should show me any respect. Alas! methought, how sadly they are deceived in me! how miserably would they be disappointed, if they knew my inside! Oh my heart! -

Nothing tears the heart like a glimpse of happiness.