Quotes About Heartache

I bite my lip. I buy what I'm told: From the latest hit, To the wisdom of old. But I'm always alone. And my heart is like ice. And it's crowded and cold In my secret life.

Everybody's got this broken feeling, like their father or their dog just died.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

I feel sorry for him, but I do not love him. I love no one. I used to love you, as ardently, as passionately, as deeply as it was possible for me to love, but now I don't love even you any more; my heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

I love no-one. I did love you, so deeply and passionately Ã¢â'¬â€œ as deep as I could love anyone, but now I do not even love you. My heart is empty and dead, and that saddens

you took my son away! Do you how hard it was for me to get him to go to school and graduate

Eu sei o que é amor, Joaquim. Eu sei aqui no meu peito, como um punhal. Um punhal cravado para sempre. Ele sorriu, um riso triste. — Amor não é ferida, Manuela. Não precisa ser...

I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began.

until sunlight came bleeding up over the horizon, like more acid blood oozing out of his sick ruptured heart, which felt - not that anybody cared - like a rotten drum of biohazardous waste at the very bottom of a landfill, leaching poison into the groundwater, enough poison to kill an entire suburb full of innocent and unsuspecting children.

I got my hearts desire, he thought, and there my troubles began.

You get your heart stomped by the opposite sex, and you're hurting so badly that you write 'Sometimes When We Touch.' But then what happens when you've been married for 25 years? You can't rely on those emotional male-female roller coasters. You have to start using your imagination and the powers of empathy more.

I made just about every mistake a person could make before God came into my heart. If some of those painful experiences can help someone avoid the same mistakes I made, then perhaps my heartache was not totally in vain.

I've always had horrible Valentine's Days.

I hate Valentine's day. It is a day for nothing but disappointment.

Every year I do a song for my homeboy Valley, who passed away from a heart attack.

I pushed it aside. I didn't want to get love feelin's all mixed in with my bitter ones. The one might somehow destroy the other.

She'd half loved men, and they'd half failed her.

The course of true love rarely runs smooth.

This was more than death, it was the heart's death.

To love was the greatest adventure life had to offer; but to love was to suffer.

Can I help it if my heart beats, if my hands go cold?

If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed.

Someone you loved and what happened. That's all there is when you dig in your pockets.