Quotes About Heartache

Someday you will realize that you defaced something that was so beautiful. You ignored someone who really cared and hurt a heart that really loved you.

When you get hurt in love, there are very few things that actually help get over the pain.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the one that you love doesn't love you.

Blue moon you saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

I'm left, you're right, and she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone.

I have come to believe that anger and grudges are burning embers in the heart.

Perhaps I have dwelt too long already on the little story of our parting from home? I can only say, in excuse, that my heart is full of it; and what is not in my heart my pen won't write.

The last word went like a bullet to my heart. My arm lost all sensation of the hand that grasped it. I never moved and never spoke. The sharp autumn breeze that scattered the dead leaves at our feet, came as cold to me, on a sudden, as if my own mad hopes were dead leaves, too, whirled away by the wind like the rest. Hopes! Betrothed, or not betrothed, she was equally far from me. Would other men have remembered that in my place? Not if they loved her as I did.

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh. - LOVE'S SECRET

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

He just stood and looked at his dying mother, his heart too full for words.

How she felt, now, was just the way she'd felt that day she'd come back to the trailer and found her mother all packed up and gone. No message there but a can of ravioli in a pot on the stove, with the can-opener propped up beside it. She hadn't eaten that ravioli and she hadn't eaten any since and she knew she never would.

Can you guess what I'm doing? Cutting my heart out. You took mine when I was ten; I want yours now. We are lovers of justice, you and I—what could be more just than that?

Aw shit,' I said and I started to cry.

But I must never love again.

Yes, Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. But I must never love again. She never did.

For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all too great, To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late; And it isn't the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone Which gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun.

Loving someone so deeply was dangerous. It made you too vulnerable.

Bela had thought she knew what love felt like, but when she saw Sanjay at the airport after six long months, her heart gave a great, hurtful lurch, as though it were trying to leap out of her body to meet him. This, she thought. This is it. But it was only part of the truth. She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more.

When your heart is crusted over with your own pain, it is easy to feel little for others.

It felt as though someone had reached into him and was wresting out his heart. In later life his sorrows would be deep-drawn and bone-aching sad, but never like this. Perhaps only the young can feel such exquisitely intense pain.

She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more.