Quotes About Heartache

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually wracked with pain.

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.

we take for lovers or husbands. You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain.

Men we have never met took our son. They took him without our express permission. They tortured him then they … killed him. And there is no understanding it. There is no meaning. No coming to terms with it. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever. We will wake up every day for the rest of our lives and we will breathe razor blades and we will swim through bleach. And there is no escape from this. There is no comfort. There is just … blades and bleach. Until we die.

If anything has been my salvation as a human being it is this choice of an activity which is, at the deepest level, out of my hands. What a relief! What a blessing! Better still, it had always been a drawback to see life differently from other people. In childhood, it had brought me little but heartache. Now I had stumbled on a profession in which it was an asset. 7 Five Good Scenes At the Royal Court, at any one moment, we had stacks of plays being considered.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

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?

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

I will never have a photograph of her to carry around in my pocket. I will never have a letter in her handwriting, or a scrap-book of everything we've done. I will never share an apartment with her in the city. I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time. We will not grow old together. I will not be the person she calls when she's in trouble. She will not be the person I call when I have stories to tell. I will never be able to keep anything she's given to me.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

He doesn't just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

There is nothing more painful than watching someone give up on you.

I'm not in love with you.

All the quips in the world couldn't prevent Oscar Wilde from becoming a lovesick fool.

He counts as an ex because he made me feel dumped even without making me feel loved first.

I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.

Love was to blame for this. Because when love ends, the cold is what you're left with. It was all I needed to feel.

Love is so painful, how could you wish it on anybody?

Love is so painful, how could you ever with it on anybody?

I didn't want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it together. I wanted to melt down right at her feet and scream, Look what you've done to me.

The song is Always Wanting You, a favorite of Dad's, where cynical, heartsick Merle croon about always wanting but never having his love, and about how hard it will be to face tomorrow cuz he knows he'll just be wanting her again. Doomed.

Unrequited love is the foundation for fatal attraction.