Quotes About Heartache

Leaving you was the last thing I ever wanted to do." He scowled, his grip holding her tighter, moving her farther into the heated wall of his body. "It was the hardest goddamn thing I've ever done. Ever, Claire.

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?

You know how it is. Someone pretends to love you, and you give too much away.

Cry freely and let your tears fall for a life without tears is like a life without heartache weaking and painless

This is the painful part. Love doesn't leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won't be.

Los corazones, sabes..., se vuelven más duros y resistentes con cada golpe que reciben.

Intentas seguir el camino que crees correcto, pero avanzas con un angustioso peso en el corazón...,

She'd envisioned her next meeting with him countless times, and every vision was the same: Alex would be somewhere—preferably at a bar surrounded by men—looking sexy, but uninterested. Troy would be there, too, looking tortured and desperate to win her back.

maybe it was better to break a man's leg than to break his heart.

I've been in love and it doesn't last. And when it's over, it's hell for a while. And then one discovers that life goes on. Eventually, one falls in love again. This pattern repeats itself until one is too jaded to believe in it anymore, or too old for all the upheaval.

He could feel the only woman he had ever wanted slipping away for the third time, and he knew that this time, the pain of losing her would annihilate her.

Me da vergüenza decirlo, esas cosas ya no se usan, pero desde ya confieso que lo mío con él fue totalmente así: agonía de corazón ardido que se desangra de amor.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

the truth is, he just doesn't love me.

I am freaked out, Jace. I'm freaked out because for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about how it feels to kiss you, about how happy I was when we were going to be together, about how even though I feel like I should hate you, my heart knows that I don't.

No matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth

No matter how much you tell yourself are over someone, your heart knows the truth.

Because, let's face it—no matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth.

Loving someone more than they love you is a sucky thing. But I'm over it.

It wasn't that he didn't love me, because I knew he did. As for me, I loved him so much it hurt.

My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would.

My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart.