Quotes About Heartache

Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it's not yours anymore. It's laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.

Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Vivi te buscando Vivi te encontrando Vivi te perdendo Ah, coração, infeliz até quando? Para ser feliz Tu vais morrer de dor Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde É tarde demais enfim A solidão é o fim de quem ama A chama se esvai, a noite cai em mim.

The more you love, the more you suffer

You can't give your love over entirely when you are still in love with another.

I screamed without making a sound. I sobbed without shedding a tear. I died, though my heart beat on.

Her eyes were misting over, her heart was talking on her lips. To need everything when everything is finished. She no longer knew whether she was sad or whether it was hunger. To live like that, head bent forward, chin resting down near her breasts, without muscles, without sinews, without vertebrae. She smiled a martyr's smile for her own benefit: for her wretchedness was also a tenderness, and resignation is not the same as oblivion.

I cannot bear a mother's tears.

Deep in her breast lives the silent wound.

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

Anyone who goes against the conventions of their time will experience heartache. People fear change, Carrie, and they fight the things they are afraid of.

I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink; that is the one thing I am indebted to her for.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

You will forget me soon. Oh dear one, hate me rather than forget.

I was in love with a beautiful blond once. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.

What mad Nijinsky wrote/ About Diaghilev/ Is true of the normal heart;/ For the error bred in the bone/ Of each woman and each man/ Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love/ But to be loved alone.

El único fracaso verdadero es aquel en que la víctima se queda sin brío, aturdida, abatida, rodeada de oscuridad y, en su interior, un cuchillo le corta lenta e implacablemente las cuerdas del corazón.

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.

To lose a son under those circumstances - a violent death like my son went through, it just puts a burden on your heart.

It's what you do, unthinking, that makes the quick tear start; the tear may be forgotten.... but the hurt stays in the heart.

To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a set of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.