Quotes About Heartache

I understand it now. People may move away, but they can remain in your heart. And if you're really lucky, your soul mate will find their way back again one day

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Love something long enough and true enough and fate will tear it right out of your hands if it chooses, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Nothing but love, and in this world, love isn't enough.

The mournfulness felt like a hand pressing on my chest.

When you are sad, your heart pumps the tragedy all through your body and fills your mind with the story of your suffering, and you tell that story to yourself over and over.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Here's the thing about broken hearts. You can always survive them. Always. No matter how deep the hurt, the capacity to heal and move on is even stronger.

Hey, babe," I said. "Love hurts.

Somebody called me a 'bruised romantic' once, and I like that.

She could kiss him. She could lean forward right now and kiss him, and, like the man said, stop this nonsense. Instead, Kelly closed her eyes until she felt the car moving forward. She couldn't give in. She wouldn't give in. Not unless she wanted him to break her heart all over again.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I'm even having a heart attack, but it doesn't seem worth mentioning.

I miss him so badly it hurts.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.

He said, See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner." -Peeta Mellark in The Hunger Games

Do I really want him dead? What I want . . . what I want is to have him back. But I'll never get him back now. Even

What I want . . . what I want is to have him back.

No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

So you'll forget her and move on." I suppose I will. As soon as I forget how to breathe.

It´s a little song about abandonment, and it goes something like this....

The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.