Quotes About Heartache

Quien no ha perdido a quien quiere mientras le dice todo está bien, no pasa nada, no sabe lo que es el amor.

Creí enamorarme un par de veces, pero en realidad seguía enamorado de alguien que ya no estaba conmigo.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

There's grief and then there's the loneliness of grief. The way it's just yours and yours alone.

He's not coming back. Maybe I do know this after all. Goodbye. I say to him in my head. I say it tenderly. I try to tell him with that one word how sorry I am.

Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands.Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance.Do you have to make me feelLike there's nothing left of me?

She was broken, I think it's because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.

I have been a refugee for the last forty years in the luminous land of opportunity. Still my heart is aching with hiraeth for my native land.

I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it.

Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!

What? Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.

Kui tahes surnud vana armastus ka ei oleks, uusi armsamaid haavab see ikka.

Tenía esa irritación que no se controla, cuando se deja de querer a alguien y ese alguien nos sigue queriendo a toda costa y no se rinde, quisiéramos que todo acabara siempre cuando lo damos por concluido.

You take it for granted that it's always going to be that way; then without warning, it's gone. In an instant, all you're left with are the things you wanted to say, the hopes and dreams you'll never realize, a hole where your heart used to be.

Haley's view is the famous couplet "Better to have loved and lost/Than never to have loved at all" turned on its head: to her, it's better not to have loved, because what if you lose it?

I cherished you inconstant; what would I have done, faithful? Now, even now, when your cruel mouth so calmly speaks my death sentence, I wonder, cold wretch, I wonder still, if I do not love you.

Do not expect me then to answer for A heart so little master of itself. He may, sir, in this frenzied turmoil wed The one he hates and spurn the one he loves.

Sometimes something awful could break your heart with beauty.

His heart cracked open and flooded all the space around it.

Sometimes Robert believed one thing and sometimes the other, and he wondered if that was true of all those who loved too much and in vain.

Why is the measure of love loss?

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?