Quotes About Heartache

She had lost him. Lost him because she'd let him go. And she could not allow herself to regret that decision.

Unrequited love is beautiful, its so beautiful that it teaches you a lot of lessons that you could never have learnt other wise, for example you really can feel money cant buy you happiness. No amount of money can make her love you back.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

I think you still love me, but we can't escape the fact that I'm not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I'm not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I'm not angry, either. I should be, but I'm not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed.

The warmth of the lover's atmosphere, the piercing effect of his voice, the appeal of his words, all come from the pain of his heart.

The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

It's funny how getting stabbed through the heart by a friend can bring your whole school year down.

You cannot dance up there," he said, quietly. "I can see you are in mourning. But you are welcome to dance here, among the magic. Please. Come and mend you broken hearts here. Come back, every night.

Let's pretend that I am a soldier, going off to your own cause. That you will pine away the hours that I am gone. That you will love me now with all your heart and soul, touch me to remember me, in all the long days that will come to pass.

love is our finest human emotion," he said. "And losing it is the true depths of hell.

Looking out over the water, I spotted him right away,straddling his board. He was only a dot, but I would have known him anywhere.I thought of the shape of his hands,the hollow at the base of his spine,the way my heart had never stopped skipping a beat at the sound of his voice, and I realized it was the kind of loss- because I knew now that the thing I wanted more than anything in the world not to go fully wrong could- from which I would never fully recover. And I'm not sure I ever fully have.

Although our love was not quite devine the loss of it made me devine with empathy for you.

Y cuando nos separamos, es otoño en mi corazón.

Entonces, dijiste algo que nunca olvidé. Dijiste que estar con él hacía la vida más significativa, y que cuando se iba, llegaba el otoño a tu corazón.

Nothing is as bad as a marriage that's a hopeless failure.

I cried for what should have been.

Betrayal can only happen if you love.

It is useless work that darkens the heart.

There's no such thing as advice to the lovelorn. If they took advice, they wouldn't be lovelorn. You see, advice and lovelorn don't go together. Because advice makes love sound like some sort of cognitive activity, but we know that it isn't. We all know that it's some sort of horrible chemical reaction over which we have absolutely no control. And that's why advice doesn't work.

With what tragic pathos do all men regard The child grown old whose heart cries!

Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long. I have to think my mother felt something like that.

Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.