Quotes About Heartache

Love doesn't go away just because you realize you can't be with someone

I don't want this heart, it's split in two.

A broken hand works, but not a broken heart.

Once bitten, twice shy. Once caring, twice cry.Once beloved, can't deny—heart broken, twice die.

Eyes can shed tears to reduce its pain while blubbering but what about my hearts, it does not have such capability...it only wept into frustration and frustration

I have nothing to offer you otherthan the undying love of my broken Heart.

The wrong lover will always make your love feel inadequate.

And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.

Losing your love hurts more than playing with fire.

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

To love and be loved is so precious. And, when you lose the person you love, it tears a deep hole in your heart. If the gap and void within your heart is deep, so was the love

Love and betrayal comes hand in hand.

Being rejected by someone you knew you never stood a chance with is like pouring salt on a wound that already has salt in it. It preserves the hurt.

I cared her, I adored her, I loved her a lot, But in the End it didn't matter at all..!!

He may have stolen my heart or had he taken my soul? I couldn't be sure but I refused to let him have my pride too.

The last thing I wanted was to fall in love because, deep down, I remembered that love hurt.

Because I love him so much and it hurts

It hurts because there is no alternative to Love.

I hear a small voicein the back of my mindand it is chanting a prayer:'Please don't fall in love again, please don't fall in love again.'Maybe this time I will listen.Maybe this I will learn.

What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.

Only someone you loved could make you wear that kind of expression. Someone who had once loved you knew how to get to the part of you where the pain lived.

... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...