Quotes About Heartache

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

J'ai poursuivi en vain deux quêtes impossibles- celle de l'amour- jusqu'à la déraison; celle de l'amitié, jusqu'à la désillusion. Tel un papillon fou, mon cœur s'est brûlé cent fois aux flammes de ces sentiments éternels. Au fil de mes voyages, le long des plaines fertiles et des espaces désertiques, j'ai appris l'oubli, j'ai oublié d'apprendre.

Sometimes love just isn't enough to make something possible,

What a charming little miss! The more I love her, the more she disdains me. - Bartolo

Per chi ci ha messo il cuore e altrettanto cuore non ha trovato, per chi si è sbagliato e ci ha messo troppo sale, per chi non avrà pace finché non riuscirà a scoprire in quale maledetto barattolo hanno nascosto lo zucchero, per chi rischia di annegare nella piccola alluvione delle sue lacrime. Siamo qui con voi e, nonostante tutto, come voi siamo vivi.

E il nonno li aspettava come un'anima del purgatorio, cogli occhi alla porta, sebbene non ci vedesse quasi, e li andava toccando, per accertarsi che erano loro, e poi non dice più nulla, mentre gli si vedeva in faccia che aveva tante cose da dire, e spezzava il cuore con quella pena che gli si leggeva in faccia e non la poteva dire.

None but the lonely heart understands my sorrows. Alone and torn from all joy, I gaze into the firmament, into the distant space. The one who loves me, who knows me, is nowhere near. I am dizzy and my insides are aflame. None but the lonely heart knows how I suffer.

i will miss you more than i can show you or tall you

Tears are words the heart cannot express.

I am all alone in my chamber now, And the midnight hour is near... Over my soul, in its solitude, Sweet feelings of sadness glide; For my heart and my eyes are full, when I think Of the little boy that died...

Blues ain't nothin' but a po' man's heart disease.

I missed Darlene so much that it felt like a fever.

Hanging my head and my heart with it, that you sorrowed alone...

Sorrow almost resents love, it is so inflamed.

Fire is love and water sorrow.

There is no timetable for grieving — Grief is a snail It's a shooting star A walk around the lake It's eternity Or frost 'til bloom — Memories coursing through the heart It lasts as many heartbeats as it takes; sometimes all of them.

Grief bores holes in our hearts & heads like a woodpecker — peck peck peck — knock knock knock You can't make it stop Eventually it flies away — but leaves pits that never fully heal

...the heart is full — another throb would split it...

Soul sells life for the price of heartache.

My heart has cried a deep red grief since you've been gone, pulsing crimson pain.

Sometimes what gets to you most isn't the large holes that get ripped from your heart but the fraying of its edges — when what held you together isn't anymore.

The love that makes you feel light as a feather is the love that makes your heart feel heaviest when it goes.

You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless.

It was heartbreaking, only Buck's heart was unbreakable.