Quotes About Heartache

Maybe our stories aren't simply about suffering. And maybe life isn't separated neatly in to chapters. Maybe joy and heartache bleed together, spilling out in to the binding of each page. Because even when heartache doesn't have a clear beginning and end, we can be certain that neither does love, goodness, and joy. And maybe that is life and the truth of our stories; they aren't one thing or another. They are a glorious mess of it all.

It takes a strong heart to love. And it takes a truly strong heart to love again after being hurt.

Every man is thoroughly happy twice in his life: just after he has met his first love, and just after he has left his last one.

I gave way to a wave of home-sickness that almost shames me now when I recollect it. I find it impossible in cold blood, and at this distance, to put into words the longing that shook me. I have forgotten the pain in the neck, but never will I forget the pain in my heart.

I only know that since he left, My life's so empty. Though I try to forget, It just can't be done.

Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache, no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.

Stuck in the middle of "I love you" and "I can't take this anymore.

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said. I don't want to be this way, but I have been since you left.

I saw you yesterday and felt a funeral inside. Like someone I love died, and they asked if I wanted to see the body.

Pearls around the neck - stones upon the heart.

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending torment, of which he knew nothing at all. An eternal night awaited her.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

That's the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song

No, I don't live in heartache. I don't cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.

there is no sorrow that love does not precede.

When Roy Armstrong and Joe Young drove into Wakopa twenty minutes later—having finally extricated their car from the mud—they saw a crowd gathered outside Morgan's general store. Still dreaming of splitting the reward down the middle, the two men could feel their hearts sink

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

No tear dropped over that pillow; in such straits as these, the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Thou canst say, who hast seen that same expression on the face dearest to thee;-that look indescribable, hopeless, unmistakable, that says to thee that thy beloved is no longer thine.

Everyone's allowed to be in love with the wrong person at some point. In fact, it's a mistake not to be.

Not to be with the one you love, Laura, the one person you should be spending your life with--it's like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still here. To have that brief, sweet moment of blankness, before your mind reminds you who you are, and why you are unhappy. It was like hell. A living hell of the heart's own making.

She thought she was a sensible girl. But some kind of love had taken hold of her and refused to let her go, and it wasn't a happy, easy, joyful thing, it had her in a vice-like grip.