Quotes About Heartache

And as he felt the final beat of Sonny's heart Gamache had had the impression it wasn't that his old heart had stopped but that Sonny had finally given it all away.

though her legs had given way. Loss was like that, Gamache knew. You didn't just lose a loved one. You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually it all came back,

Clara knew that grief took a terrible toll. It was paid at every birthday, every holiday, each Christmas. It was paid when glimpsing the familiar handwriting, or a hat, or a balled-up sock. Or hearing a creak that could have been, should have been, a footstep. Grief took its toll each morning, each evening, every noon hour as those who were left behind struggled forward.

They'd crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn't. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs.

Clara rocked back and forth, back and forth, cradling her loss. Earlier in the day she'd felt someone had scooped her heart and her brain right out of her body. Now they were back, but they were broken. Her brain jumped madly about the place, but always back to that one scorched spot.

Screw off. Leave me alone!' Now she rounded on him. 'Where're your tears? Eh? You're more dead than she is. You can't even cry. And now what? You want me to stop? It hasn't even been a day yet, and you're what? Bored with it? Not the center of the universe anymore? You want everything to go back to the way it was, like that.' Clara snapped her fingers in his face. 'You disgust me.

And he remembered hugging Sonny to him a few months later when the vet came to put him to sleep. And he remembered saying soothing things into the stinky old ears and looking into the weepy brown eyes as they closed, with one final soft thump of the ragged, beloved, tail. And as he felt the final beat of Sonny's heart Gamache had had the impression it wasn't that his old heart had stopped but that Sonny had finally given it all away.

If one hadn't died with a hole in her heart,' said Nichol. Clara winced.

Much missed by… Why were there no words that felt? Words that when you touched them you'd feel what was intended? The chasm left by the loss of Madeleine? The lump in the throat that fizzed and ached. The terror of falling asleep knowing that on waking she'd relive the loss, like Prometheus bound and tormented each day. Everything had changed. Even her grammar. Suddenly she lived in the past tense. And the singular.

i will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

11:20 a.m. This is my fabulous life: the Sex God left for Whakatane last month and he has taken my heart with him. 11:25 a.m. Not literally, of course, otherwise there would be a big hole in my nunga-nungas. 11:28 a.m. And also I would be dead. Which quite frankly would be a blessing in disguise.

My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.

quod defles, illud amasti.

When we start believing anything's possible, regrets turn into challenges, defeats into lessons learned, and heartache into magnanimity. It's all in our outlook—the lens through which we choose to view life. If we're not careful, we'll let disappointment or regret prevent us from celebrating what we have achieved.

El amor te hace desgraciado", decía nuestra madre. "Mojas la almohada llorando hasta quedarte dormida, empañas las cabinas telefónicas, con tus lágrimas, tus sollozos hacen aullar al perro, fumas dos cigarrillos a la vez" (Del cuento Mamá)

Lo llaman romperse el corazón porque añorar a alguien es un dolor físico real, lo sientes en la sangre y en los huesos.

they will empty your eyes of everything you love

I would consider it a great blessing, but some of us are cursed to love unwisely and do so until death.

A heart with so many stress fractures would never be anything but broken.

Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?

Something was missing. I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else.

As it turns out, you can love someone too much. Then, when they leave, your heart goes missing. And no on can survive that great a loss.

So you know what mean when I say that I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart.