Quotes About Heartache

Your heart is raw and bleeding. Everything is strange and terrible.

Several times a day Viktor passed his hand over his chest, over the jacket pocket where he kept it. Once, when the pain seemed unbearable, he thought, "If I hide it away somewhere, I might slowly start to calm down. As things are, this letter's like an open grave." But he knew that he would sooner destroy himself than part with this letter that had, by some miracle, managed to find its way to him.

Oh! Everything I loved!

He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.

First of all, I wish you love, and that by loving you may also be loved. But if it's not like that, be brief in forgetting And after you've forgotten, don't keep anything.

She talked thus, bent double, shaken with sobs, blinded by tears, her neck bare, clenching her hands, coughing with a dry and short cough, stammering very feebly with an agonised voice. Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. At that moment Fantine had again become beautiful. At certain instants she stopped and tenderly kissed the policeman's coat. She would have softened a heart of granite; but you cannot soften a heart of wood

Her heart ached, but she took her resolution. It will be seen that Fantine possessed the stern courage of life.

Le pavé lui était moins dur que le cÅ"ur de sa mère.

When the eye sees black, the heart sees trouble.

Non poteva sapere a qual segno ribolla e tempesti questo mare delle passioni umane quando gli si nega ogni sbocco; come cresca, come si gonfi, come trabocchi, come scavi il cuore, come scoppi in singhiozzi interiori e in sorde convulsioni, finchè non abbia sfondato le sue dighe e rotto il suo letto.

Examination was the only solace. Instead of looking away from heartache, you needed to crawl inside of it, wear it like a warm coat on a cold day. There was peace in loss, beauty in death, freedom in regret.

To lose love is a terrible thing," Mom said softly. "But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

People left, and if you loved too deeply, too fiercely, their swift and sudden absence could chill you to the soul.

Sometimes your heart got broken, but you just held on. That was all there was.

But now she saw what she had never dared to see before: this love of hers was one-sided. She was the one who took care; he was the one who took.

She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was impossible as the other.

It is amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

There was something she hadn't known when she went into marriage and became a mother that she knew now: it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

It's amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other.

Hey, Daddy," she whispered. It was a split second before she realized that she'd expected an answer. But, of course, there wasn't one. His heart—the one that had loved her so well—had finally given up.

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown

She wanted to say "Don't leave me," but she couldn't do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her. Besides

It's fucking awful to want someone you can't have." And with those few words, Kate knew: she had never had a chance with him.