Quotes About Heartache

Surely, all his life, Bharat had loved his mother dearly. Surely he realized that what she'd done had been for his sake alone. But today when he spoke of her, there was only disgust in his voice. Could love, which I'd taken to be powerful and everlasting, be so frail as well? Could you pluck it out of your heart as easily as you'd pull a weed from a bed of flowers?

And Lancelot followed her with his eyes and heart until she reached the door; but she was not long in sight, for the room was close by. His eyes would gladly have followed her, had that been possible; but the heart, which is more lordly and masterful in its strength, went through the door after her, while the eyes remained behind weeping with the body.

Yesterday I fell in love, today feels like my funeral, I just got hit by a bus, shouldn't have been so beautiful, dont know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything.

IT'S HARD TO FORGET SOMEONE WHO GAVE YOU SO MUCH TO REMEMBER

And thus love makes fools of us all.

I'm going to write to you about the emptiness that was left when you took my boy away. I'm going to write so you can look into my empty life and see what a human boy really is from the shape of the hole he leaves behind. I want you to feel that hole in your heart and stroke it with your hands and cut your fingers on its sharp edges.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

There was extraordinary pain behind the ordinary nouns.

Because I don't think God trusts just anybody with so much heartache. The world has not yet seen what God can do with a man who gives both halves of a broken heart to him. And I don't doubt that a man like that can change the world...or at least a little part of it.

Somtimes when you know the right thing to do, you simply have to do it, even though it breaks your heart.

If any of this breaks your heart, it was probably already a little broken to begin with.

This is the saddest place on Earth," I say. "Take it from a rat, kid--there are lots of saddest places on Earth.

It is a terrible thing to find the love of your life.... You know too well what you're missing when it's gone.

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

It is a terrible thing to find the love of your life, Christina, she says. You know too well what you're missing when it's gone.

I didn't follow my heart, Angela. I followed my head. And when it comes down to it, the longing in the heart lingers. Do you want to know the truth?" I nod, though I'm not sure I do. "I wish I had not left. I did what I thought would save me from heartache, but in many ways it kept me from living.

My heart is breaking for a little love

Do you dream of me?" you said. My heart was dust that used to leap to you—

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

As she stands in the doorway watching him, the feeling comes on her again, under her breastbone, between her ribs. A feeling that is one second of joy, two seconds of grief. And she knows then: what has been removed is loneliness and what has been added is love

I will not mourn, although my heart is torn,Oh, love forever lost! I will not mourn.

I know I love her, but I can't find the feeling.

I am not yet sure that I can live without her

Ten times a day it stopped me like a bolt into my chest: that she was no longer here. That she would never be here. That I might walk and walk and yet I would never again come home to her.