Quotes About Heartache

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,Remembers me of all his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

William Shakespeare

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

The wounds invisibleThat love's keen arrows make.

What private griefs they have, alas! I know not.

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love was never easy.

A lot of country music is sad.

Ninety-nine percent of the world's lovers are not with their first choice. That's what makes the jukebox play.

Never look back to the past, never regret, even if there is emptiness ahead.' But I couldn't help it. Sometimes I would rather look back if it meant that I could feel something in my heart, even something sad. Sadness was better than emptiness.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

The man who let the love of his life pass him by will end up alone with his regrets and all the sighs in the world won't soothe his soul.

It's our version of "me" that causes us the most stress and heartache. Which is why it comes as a relief to discover that this version is as transient as a cloud in the sky. Focus on the cloud and the result is uncertain. Focus on the sky and we discover clarity.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me?

And you stupid, stupid woman, stupid for caring, stupid for thinking that he cared.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning?

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning.' 'Course I was.' 'Well why can't you be in love with me again?

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies, don't you want somebody to love.