Quotes About Heartache

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

He'd need something to fill his lonely nights, because Molly sure as shooting wasn't interested in him any longer.

I'm sorry, Molly, but people are always reminding me of what happened. It's going to be hard to explain to everyone that . . . that I still love you." Molly

Wisdom always chooses these black eyes and these bruises over the heartache that they say never completely goes away

The world is full of heartache," the detective said. Naomi could see the sadness he bore, too. "You got to carve out some happiness for yourself. Otherwise it will take you down.

seemed likely to remain so for another seven, or even twenty-seven, for the only girl I had ever been really soft on had found another bargain she liked

Many Americans would die naked in the middle of the road before they'd tell you what's hurt them most. But a born Southerner will show you the cell in their heart that burns the hardest. They'll hold it out to you in their bare right hand.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

Love me, for I must depart.

Fail at love, and the other tests don't matter.

How empty is the world when you lose the one you love

Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An aching hollowness that food can't cure. You know. You've felt it yourself, I bet. You hurt all the time, you're restless, you can't think straight, you sort of wish you were dead but what you really want is for everything to be the same as it was when you were still with her.. or him

Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. "O, Mama, my little one," she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, "I am lonely without him. I put his boots and clothes ready every night. But they are there, still, in the morning. O, Mama, there is lonely I am.

God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. ("Mad House")

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

It is true I was too serious. But perhaps the other children, and even the teachers, were not serious enough. The spider's silk lines of chance that can break and wash out from beneath you one or more of your cornerstones, toppling you into heartache and confusion, estrangement. Perhaps I was too aware of the tenuousness (and hence the beauty) of one's foundations, but I often thought others around me were not enough aware.

Oh, I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy. Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad.

Nothing is more tragic than loving someone to the depths of your soul and knowing they cannot and will not ever love you back.

He carried so much sadness and loneliness, so much heartache. Yet he put his mission first. He persevered. Reyna respected that. She understood that. She'd never been a touchy-feely person, but she had the strangest desire to drape her cloak over Nico's shoulders and tuck him in. She mentally chided herself. He was a comrade, not her little brother. He wouldn't appreciate the gesture.

You will not find love where you wish or where you hope.

The two of them looked so comfortable together it made Nico glad. But it also it caused an ache in his heart – a ghostly pain, like an old war wound throbbing in bad weather.

But too much love is poison, especially when that love is not returned.

Staying silent, staying away from him... that was the hardest thing I've ever done.

LEO WAS DEAD.