Quotes About Heartache

How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else?

I'm not crying for you. I'm crying for me. Do you know how long it took me to find you? Do you know how many awful dates I've been on? I can't"—she is breathless now—"I can't join Match.com again. I just can't.

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

It is difficult suddenly to lay aside a long-cherished love.

The path ahead is wide open and you feel a sense of emptiness; in the moment, you realize your heart is empty and the one who can make it overflow with joy, never will.

Can you understand what it's like to miss something so terribly that you'll accept even the shadow of its memory to keep your heart from withering away?" -From "Danaïd Night

That was how Joseph heard for the first time that he would never see Madeleine again, never touch her again, never talk to her again, never walk through the woods with her again. That was how Joseph heard for the first time that Madeleine, whom he loved, was gone.

A heart that has lost knows every other heart that has lost. Late and soon, loss is all the same.

That was the most bitter irony of war: The greatest acts of love for your family were the ones that kept you apart from them.

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

He has a hole where his heart used to be because it fell out when he was running from scary things one night in a dream & it hurts all the time now & he doesn't know how to fix it & sometimes I think he doesn't even remember that it's gone.

There are no words for so much loss, not right after it happens.

My parents' marriage, begun with a pregnancy that produced a stillborn child, was itself stillborn—a union formed with expectation and promise that never delivered.

All I know is it destroyed my family, it destroyed my marriage to Sylvester and I will never get over it.

And I also know that this is why love allows us to be so cruel to the beloved: so that the beloved doesn't make the mistake of loving us again or loving us for the first time.

If you're gonna leave, I wish you'd just leave. Why do you keep coming back if you're not going to stay? Because even when you're gone, you're never really gone... I won't get over it if you keep coming back. Losing you once was hard enough. And now you're here again and everything's coming back. I'm going to get screwed. And I can't do it again.

a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Here we live in the shadow of the steeple, where the holy rubber meets the road, all crookedly blessed in God's mercy, in the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, race-riot-creating, oddball-hating, soul-shaking, love-and-fear-making, heartbreaking town of Freehold, New Jersey. Let the service begin.

Never love anything that can't love you back.

He once thought it himself, that he might die with grief: for his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his father and master the cardinal. But pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs. You must thrive in spite of yourself; and so that you may do it, God takes out your heart of flesh, and gives you a heart of stone.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

Grief wrapped around her, eating at her heart. The house was full of chairs but she could not bear to sit upright.

Your arrows for my tears.

As it is, you lie mangled here, and my heart rejects all thought of food. Not that I lack it. I lack you.