Quotes About Heartache

From time to time he heard himself whimpering in grief. Love was the best thing when you had it, and the most terrible thing when it was taken from you.

I'd found love -- only to discover how fleeting it can be.

What upset her most was the cold-blooded way he'd dismissed her from his life. It seemed so easy for him, so...simple. She was gone for him, as if she meant nothing. That hurt, and it didn't stop hurting.

The death of a child forever scars a mother's heart.

I wondered if he thought of me or if he'd put me out of his heart as effectively as he'd put me out of his life.

I miss him, even now. I know you do. That's the price we pay when we love. It's joy and loss all wrapped up in one package. The thing you need to hold onto is that while the heart may shatter into a thousand pieces, the soul remains intact.

It was the sad you get when your dreams are almost there…and then they're obliterated.

Of all the men you've dated over the years, Rowan's the best. And better yet, he loves you. A lot. If you let him go, you'll be sorry.

No one told me it would hurt this much.

that in the midst of heartache so deep it was a physical pain, she was finding a deeper joy and contentment in life than she'd ever known.

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve . . . —Unknown

She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.

Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can't remember when a block of it didn't rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can't be repaired. What, if lost can't be replaced. I love my burdens.

But as the years passed, he missed her more not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Brendan looked at the card. He kept his eyes on it when he said, "I loved her so much. I…I ain't ever going to feel that again. I mean, it don't happen twice, right?" He looked up at Whitey and Sean. His eyes were dry, but the pain in them was something Sean wanted to duck from. "It don't happen once, most cases," Whitey said.

Jimmy looked back over at his wife, and Celeste could feel the tenderest of aches in the look. She could feel another teardrop piece of Jimmy's heart detach and free-fall down the inside of his chest.

And often the worst thing wasn't the victims—they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who'd loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives without anything left inside of them but blood and organs, impervious to pain, having learned nothing except that the worst things did, in fact, sometimes happen.

Love, impossible, yet there was no mistaking it

Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another man's bed!

Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

For if you feel for me as i do for you - then I am asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

Claire. The name knifed across his heart with a pain that was more racking than anything his body had ever been called on to withstand.

It looks as though it hurt." "It did." "Did you cry?" His fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. "Yes!" Jenny walked back around to face him, pointed chin lifted and slanted eyes wide and bright. "So did I," she said softly. "Every day since they took ye away.