Quotes About Heartache

This is the pain that will inform all other pains from now on. You have lost your mother. That is the primal pain, what we call it in German. There will never be another pain like this pain. You cannot ready yourself for it because it is unimaginable.

Forgiveness is a heartache and difficult to achieve because strangely, it not only refuses to eliminate the original wound, but actually draws us closer to its source. To approach forgiveness is to close in on the nature of the hurt itself, the only remedy being, as we approach its raw centre, to reimagine our relation to it.

Oh, of course, it was a sad role, the lover no longer loving. But once the perfunctory sympathy was given him the heart went outfully to oneself, the real victim, the unloved.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

Richard Parker has stayed with me. 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. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

Omul care las? s?-i scape dragostea vie?ii sale va ajunge singur cu regretele sale ?i toate suspinele lumii nu-i pot aduce alinare sufletului.

He had her in his heart, but not always in his mind.

He wanted to meet her for the first time, over and over...He told himself the story that this was the great tragedy of his heart. The great tragedy of his heart was that it always needed to be told a story.

This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love. ~ Archie Jones

Det är det som är en skilsmässa: man tar saker man inte längre vill ha från människor man inte längre älskar.

This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from the people you no longer love.

This iswhat divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love

A woman robbed of her love is more terrible than an army with banners.

Break-up albums are the best kind.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

An' this house just ain't no home, Anytime she goes away.

The true lover was suffering for the sins of the false. This inconsistency is unfortunately only to be expected so long as men do not know how many flowers are mown down in a young woman's soul by the first stroke of treachery.

For a father it is hell to be without your children;

What is "love"? Is that... the true form of this agony? Is "love" the name you give to this pain?

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

The thing unspoken often settles most bitterly in the heart

Closure is cowardice. When you lose someone you love, the memory of them maintains a tenacious adhesiveness to the heart

I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk, too,before others quite reasonably, and it looks as tho I felt, too, God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds.

Standing there. watching her go, I felt lonelier than I have ever been in my life.