Quotes About Heartache

Had she learned to feel again, only to have to feel this? Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

Love never betrays. People do.

.......Love is such a biological feeling, which kills, without killing you biologically.

Write about fear. Write about pain. Write about heartache and resentment. Nothing worth reading comes from writing what can be said out loud.

Years of love, followed by heartache. Those are the years that define me.Those are the years that know– love's eternity is you.

I can have patience for anything, but it's waiting for love, that kills me a little each day.

I have to admit. Saying goodbye—leaving Bonnie. Was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my entire life. It actually hurt…

I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.""More than him has done that, " said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.

Why did you not forget your heart also? I should never have let you have that back." ...

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

I told you this would never be easy, I warned you. I begged you to spare my heart if you weren't ready for this fight.

Your smile breaks my heart, And your laughter burns my skin, And if I had to tell you how I feel, That's where I'd begin.

What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer's bond of loveWailing shore sends memoir to the sky above

You let go of my hand to hold on to my heartDistance grasps us tightnow that we are apart

Love was never a mistake, even when it wasn't returned.

I've poured my heart out on this page. Now burn it and destroy the evidence that anyone ever cared this much for you.

They are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

My mouth could say goodbye, but not with my heart

Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds, While you were looking for warmth.

I'm in love with you.""Good grief." She kept walking.

Geoffrey's own heart felt inconveniently large just then.

You chose love and you lost.