Quotes About Heartache

He was reeling. Here was the impossible, and it was beautiful, and it was terrible, and it flayed open his chest to show that his heart, numb for so long, was still vital and beating… just so it could be ripped out again, after all these years? Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

Love is a complicated thing,

Things that matter come in sets of twos. Two eyes, two ears. Two kisses on the cheeks, one on each. Two lungs. Two arms. Two legs. I would not be completely blind if I lost one eye... But because we have one heart, there is no second one that can serve as a reserve when the first is stricken by sorrow.

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love.

I have a mouth for kisses / No one to give or to take / I have a heart in my bosom / Beating for nobody's sake.

I don't believe in love anymore, the foghorn blasted it out of me.

The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love."— Madame Dorothea

Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.

I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that

Love makes you a liar.

My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.

He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick's, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces. He held her gaze for a split second, then looked away from her, the muscles in his throat working.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale

Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.

Oh God." said Magnus, "they're dead. They're all dead!

No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

For a moment Clary thought she might fall; she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.

I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

You're the only person I've ever loved like this, and I know you're the only person I ever will. And I'm not myself without you, Emma. Once you dissolve dye in water, you can't take it back out. It's like that. I can't take you out of me. It means cutting out my heart, and I don't like myself without my heart, I know that now.

Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart

How much is love meant to hurt?" he had asked his father once. "Oh, terribly," his father had said with a smile. "But we suffer for love because love it worth it.

Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?