Quotes About Heartache

I went through a divorce during the 'Seeds of Love' album.

Obviously, you're always shocked when you feel like you're not wanted anymore.

Divorce is just the most awful thing in the world.

If I have the chance, I would like to write an emotional, sad ballad.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

weeping...betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.

As she studies the pictures, she breaks down from time to time, weeping as only a mother who has outlived a child can weep, betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.

Everything will haunt you, all the storms will find you, everything will remind you she's gone.

My heart floated dead and cold in my chest.

The lump in his throat was evidence of how much, in spite of everything, he still loved her.

No one stays haunted by a person they're not still in love with.

Her life would have been easier if she hadn't loved him so much, but she couldn't help loving him. Just to look at him was to love him.

We just went through a bad divorce. - Violent bad? Restraining-order bad? - No, no. Just emotionally painful. - OK, so an ordinary divorce.

She was right for him, he was right for her, but they couldn't find a way to be together.

Mother died when he was twelve. He did not want sympathy, he only wanted her back.

Sadness of love without release.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.

I opened the coffin. I was surprised again, although again I shouldn't have been. I was surprised that Dad wasn't there. In my brain I knew he wouldn't be, obviously, but I guess my heart believed something else. Or maybe I was surprised by incredibly empty it was. I felt like I was looking into the dictionary definition of emptiness.

I would give everything never to think about her again, I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.

E' la tragedia di amare, non si può amare niente più di quello che ci manca.

Ai, nunca mais seus lábios, sua língua, nunca mais sua ardida boca de cebola crua!

I wanted to save myself from that drug that contaminates the body and veins and not from the other drug, you know that drug that enters through your eyes and your private area, the one that settles into your heart to screw it up, that damn drug that naive people call love. The stupid drug that's just as dangerous and deadly as the one that you find on the streets wrapped up in little packages.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

By dint of waiting, he hoped his heart would wear out and stop beating. What other way was there to stop loving someone?