Quotes About Heartache

A returned love letter is written in the most violent language, by your own hand.

Love is like whoa! Actually, it's closer to woe.

They say it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. I disagree.

Don't get me wrong, Mallory. She's a good person. She has a big heart. And she would do anything for Teddy's well-being. But this is not the life I wanted. I never signed on for any of this.

There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

shot through the heart, and you're to blame! you give love, a bad name.

the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who's trying not to laugh at somebody who's trying not to cry

She looked at him; she did not speak. He was there beside her, yet she was far away from him, alone with her outraged love and her ruined life. His feelings had nothing in them to make him silent.

She had taken everything else from him, and now she meant to take the one thing that made up for it all.

But there was something more miserable still—it was the clutch of solitude at her heart, the sense of being swept like a stray uprooted growth down the heedless current of the years.

and my heart tightened for the hard compulsions of the poor.

He oft finds med'cine who his grief imparts But double grief afflicts concealing harts

Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love - or tries to.

I had not the heart to tell her that great love stories told of the pain and separateness between men and women.

There are a lot of sad stories. It seems like everybody has one to tell.

Tears are the safety value of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it .

Los seres que se aman se pierden, y resulta menos doloroso no amar a nadie.

Para que las palabras no basten es preciso alguna muerte en el corazón

Estado peligroso de fatiga, insomnio y palpitaciones cardíacas. Me siento muerta, mejor dicho, un peso muerto, algo enormemente pesado, no mi cuerpo sino esto que se llama yo. Hasta cuando me llaman por mi nombre, hasta cuando dicen Alejandra, me siento caer sin fuerzas para sobrellevar mi nombre y con muchas menos fuerzas, aún, para responder a la llamada.

Isabel's indelible absence is now an organ in our bodies whose sole function is a continuous secretion of sorrow.

Then she would faint once more and come to once more, only to relive new torments. My heart cannot bear to describe her ordeal any longer: An overwhelming sorrow makes me skip to the end of that journey, which lasted for more than four hours, after which we will still have some more agonizing hours to endure. Let us go now to the castle where the unhappy girl was being taken.

Love does not forget!

So I said, "I'll miss you. You are the truest friend I've ever had." I could see that my words were a knife in his gut. Yet, it seemed kinder than the alternative, for him to know I love him, but that I'm leaving anyway.

but now it all floods back—the euphoria of loving her, the agony that she's leaving, that i'll lose her