Quotes About Heartache

She wasted my heart, my time.

I loved her and she did not love me.

The world fell out of love with love at some point and

Sometimes I picture the crack in my heart. It flares up when something reminds me of Jon.

Acid shoots through my esophagus, all that leftover love with no place to go.

I know. Life isn't fair. But just once, I wanted love to be fair. I did everything right. Everything. And now I'm losing you, aren't I?

that men always let you down, that they bail on you because men do fucking suck. But so does Love, Mary Kay. So does love.

I am a wounded soldier of Love home from WWIII.

I hate that you'll wake up tomorrow and realize that RIP Melanda was right all along, that men always let you down, that they bail on you because men do fucking suck. But so does Love, Mary Kay. So does love.

The world fell out of love with love at some point

You love your writing, your friends, your city, men like Benji. And what all those have in common is that they will never love you back. While you give everything.

It happened this way: I fell in love and then, because the love was ruining everything I cared about, I had to fall out.

Love is the worst poison. Love has driven more men to murder than hate or greed ever did. And for love there is no known antidote.

Yet every time I saw Arthur my heart sank.

It's humbling to feel so loved that someone don't want to bring you heartache, isn't it?

How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago? It's the betrayal of this second heart of ours, its flesh tied off like a fingertip twined tightly round with a single hair, blue-tinged from lack of blood. The shameful squeeze of it.

I thought you might supply some tenderness I lacked But out of all the things I offered you took my breath away and now I want it back

When I think of your name, I feel an ache.

A tiny part of my heart is so happy to see him safe and laughing, but the other part is a black pit that threatens to suck all of me into it. He is happy without me. He is laughing without me. But what about me?

Oh, I know I could say were through And tell myself I'm over you But even if I made a vow I promise not to miss you now And try to hide the truth inside I fell cause I, I just can't live a lie *

I bet all I had on a thing called love; guess in the end it wasn't enough. And it's hard to watch you leave right now; I'm gonna have to learn to let you go somehow.

The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.