Quotes About Heartache

Have you ever experienced a pain so sharp in your heart that it's all you can do to take a breath? It's a pain you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy; you wouldn't want to pass it on to anyone else for fear he or she might not be able to bear it. It's the pain of being betrayed by a person with whom you've fallen in love. It's not as serious as death, but it feels a whole lot like it, and as I've come to learn, pain is pain any way you slice it.

There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man who doesn't love you be one of them.

There are so many things to be tortured about. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let someone who doesn't love you be one of them.

I didn't wake from these dreams crying. I woke shrieking. Paul grabbed me and held me until I was quiet. He wetted a washcloth with cool water and put it over my face. But those wet washcloths couldn't wash the dreams of my mother away. Nothing did. Nothing would. Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.

It's wrong that this is required of you. It's wrong that your son died. It will always be wrong.

Rise to the occasion of your one and only heart.

A mountain that's had its very heart removed.

Nothing did. Nothing would. Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.

He hadn't loved

It was wrong. It was so relentlessly awful that my mother had been taken from me.

I hope you can do that someday with someone else," I said when he didn't reply, though the very thought of that someone else pierced my heart. "I hope you can too," he said. I sat in the darkness beside him, wanting to believe that I was capable of finding the kind of love I had with him again, only without wrecking it the next time around. It felt impossible to me.

All of that was impossible now, regardless of what the letter said. My mom was dead. My mom was dead. My mom was dead. Everything I ever imagined about myself had disappeared into the crack of her last breath.

Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.

He was a liar and a charmer, a heartbreak and a brute.

There are plenty of things in the world to be sad about. But a boy who doesn't love you shouldn't be one of them.

Life is a bitch when the only woman you can think of belongs to someone else.

Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

The broken heart is broadest.

Half of my heart is deployed.

O, keen and bitter words of woe, Goodbye—Farewell—Adieu Which could I choose to send a throe, In thy kind heart so true?

What anguish gushes from the heart The quivering lip will tell, When "two fond souls" are call'd to part And far from each other dwell.

My heart is glass, daily shattered...

Little children, headache; big children, heartache.