Quotes About Heartache

It's funny about love, the more you love someone, the less he likes you back. And so, what do you do? You go on loving, you love harder and harder.

It's funny about love," Sophia said. "The more you love someone, the less he likes you back." "That's very true," Grandmother observed. "And so what do you do?" "You go on loving," said Sophia threateningly. "You love harder and harder.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

Given in love. Defiled by remorse.

Homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound

It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.

It doesn't mean anything, this twisting feeling in my chest.

Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

People call love sickness heartache, but that's not where you feel rejection. Your heart only responds to excitement and fear - racing, pounding, skipping beats. You feel rejection in the pit of your stomach. It's like the moment you realise you've eaten bad food, and you know that all you've got to look forward to is a night of twisted torment and twisted sheets.

Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all, isn't it?

The damage love does when love goes astray. And did it ever, given half a chance, fail to wander?

All love stories are the same.

People destroy what they love.

only the defeated know LOVE. because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles - and generally lose ........

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

For those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: "I lived". Because they haven't.

We could go back to the time when we first met: a man in emotional tatters over someone who had left him, and a woman madly in love with her neighbor. I could repeat what I said to you once: 'I'm going to fight to the bitter end.' Well, I fought and I lost, and now I'll just have to lick my wounds and leave.

Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.

But if you've ever felt love, you'll know how painful it is to suffer for love.

I don't see why I should bother to look for someone who never took the trouble to love me.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.

True love, a question for which there is no answer.

It's thrilling to fight for a love that's entirely unrequited.

Que mis lágrimas corran así bien lejos, para que mi amor nunca sepa que un día lloré por él.