Quotes About Heartache

An even worse memory followed: Gaëtan. He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

The pain of him leaving kept expanding inside of her, taking up more and more space.

She knew about death, about the grief that ripped you apart and left you broken forever.

When he finally found the words to express himself, his grief had shown itself to be bottomless, terrifying.

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

Elsa had made a point of never seeing them or speaking to them again, but even so, their absence caused an ache that wouldn't go away. Apparently you couldn't stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.

It was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

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Elsa felt tears rise up, overtake her. She cried as she hadn't cried since Rafe left her, cried until there was no moisture left inside of her, until she was as dry as the land they'd left behind.

Leni's heart would always have a broken place. It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever. Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

why add love to the list?" "Love," Isabelle said quietly. "I will add this, though, since I am a mother and we can't help ourselves: A broken heart hurts as badly in wartime as in peace. Say good-bye to your young man well.

You can't prepare for losin' someone you love.

That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

She couldn't breathe. Her own heart kept skipping beats, unreliable now that her father's had stopped. Please, God, please don't take him. Not yet Ã¢â'¬Â¦

again. If he could just fall out of love with her, what

There will be days -- even years from now -- when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away.

Heartache had been a part of her life so long it had become as familiar as the color of her hair on the slight curve in her spine. Sometimes it was the lens through which she viewed her world and sometimes it was the blindfold she wore so she didn`t see.

That was the thing about love—it was unreliable.

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. She had learned that the hard way.

Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.

Heartache had been a part of her life so long it had become as familiar as the color of her hair or the slight curve in her spine.

There is something worse than kissing the wrong person. It is wanting to.

It hurts so much to love you.