Quotes About Heartache

Love is a deadly affair.

How was she supposed to deal with a child? She could hardly manage to keep her own painful heart together.

Too late had she realized what he was sowing in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

So he had thrust her out of his heart as he always did with anyone who tried to stay there too long.

Heavens, what a plague love was! Anyone who claimed otherwise had never yet felt that wretched trembling of the heart.

Love was a luxury you paid for with far too much pain.

You'd like him back, too, wouldn't you? It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid's face. He'll never come back, she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn't have the strength to speak any louder. All her strength was gone, as if Farid had taken it away with him. He had taken everything away from him.

Ah, love. What a perfect tool of revenge.

The hate he felt still tasted like love, but that didn't tame it.

Cielo, l'amore era un tormento. Chiunque avesse affermato il contrario non doveva aver mai provato quel maledetto fremito nel petto.

You said I was in love. You were right. But that never happened, either.

THE SPELL OF LOVE DENIED

Wasn't that what all stories said?You felt it, like a pang in your heart, when something was happening to someone you love

I'd think, One of the times she leaves will be the last time I see her. It destroyed me. I didn't want us to have a last time, and that was how I realized I'd fallen in love with you.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

It hurt her most of all, this failure to love him

She was grieved, and bitterly sorry for the man who was hurt so much. But still, in her heart of hearts, where the love should have burned, there was a blank. Now, when all her woman's pity was roused to its full extent, when she would have slaved herself to death to nurse him and to save him, when she would have taken the pain herself, if she could, somewhere far away inside her she felt indifferent to him and to his suffering. It hurt her most of all, this failure to love him.

It is natural for people to forget to be grateful; so, if we go around expecting gratitude, we are headed straight for a lot of heartaches.

Here is the first point I am trying to make in this chapter: It is natural for people to forget to be grateful; so, if we go around expecting gratitude, we are headed straight for a lot of heartaches.

Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing—a childless mother.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

If no one is home, then someone is missing. So you grieve.

Love was always the thing that did that-smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.