Quotes About Heartache

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

But I'd understand if you chose love, Adam love, over music love. Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

I can't lose you again. It really will kill me this time.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

There's a piece of lead where my heart should beat Doctor said too dangerous to take out You'd better just leave it be Body grew back around it, a miracle, praise be Now, if only I could get through airport security "bullet

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

Love is a bitch.

it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

The feelings pile up, threatening to crack-up my chest wide-open ..

Ella me dio un beso de despedida. Ella me dijo que me amaba más que a su propia vida. Luego pasó a través de seguridad. Ella nunca volvió.

What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

And just in general, I'm better. Better than I've been since Bram died, and in some ways better than I was even before that. No, Lulu didn't break my hear. But I'm beginning to wonder if in some roundabout way, she fixed it.

Adam strummed an unfamiliar melody. I asked him what he was playing. "I'm calling it 'My-Girlfriend's-Going-to-Julliard-Leaving-My-Punk-Heart-in-Shreds Blues.

Que puedo decirte? El amor es una mala arpía.

Girls have always been the best distractions. Until a girl became the thing I needed distraction from

En solo un día, había llegado a amar esa sonrisa. Y ahora la quiero eliminar.

I drove her to the airport. She kissed me goodbye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she skipped through security. She never came back.

we stopped talking for a while as Adam strummed an unfamiliar melody. I asked him what he was playing. "I'm calling it 'The Girlfriend's-Going-to-Juilliard-Leaving-My-Punk-Heart-in-Shreds Blues,'" he said,

Pain laughed giddily at the thought, for love brought its own brand of torment. Lots and lots of torment. In the heart, the soul. Both causing a physical ache too intense to be relieved.

When you lost something precious, the memories of it became a tormenting reminder of what you could never have again.

Un giorno qualcuno ti affascinerà e incanterà, tanto che lo desidererai con ogni fibra del tuo essere. Spero che ti faccia impazzire e che ti respinga, almeno per un po', così forse capirai una minima parte del mio dolore.»