Quotes About Heartache

Si le das el corazón a alguien y luego muere, ¿se lo lleva consigo?

Se dai il tuo cuore a qualcuno e lui muore, lo porta via con sé? Devi passare il resto della vita con un buco dentro che non può essere riempito?

Tears have a whole different melody, didn't they? without the pain threaded through them?_______ nineteen minutes .

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. She swallowed and looked at the black ground. The thing is, they're both you.

She did not understand this but then there was much in the world she did not understand. Raw love, like raw heartache could blindside you. It could make you forget what you did not know to focus exclusively on those few pieces you could commit to heart.

The terrible thing about falling in love is that real life always gets in the way.

When you fall in love, it's because you find someone who fills all your empty spaces. When you fall out of love, it's because you realize that you're both broken.

I think my heart can't possibly hurt any more than it already does.

This time I don't bother with words; the ones we need don't exist in the English language. Even the syllable grief feels like a cliff, and we've fallen.

I wonder how someone can leave in the blink of an eye without you even noticing.

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

tears had a whole different melody, didn't they, without the pain threaded through them?

Raw love, like raw heart-ache, could blindside you.

I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed.

It would be far worse to think you were passionately wanted and loved and find out that you never were

Przesz?o?? bije we mnie niczym drugie serce.

And I have tried to forget him, I have tried to convince myself that it was just one of those things, but it's difficult to do that when my body is standing here, eight feet deep in the earth of northern France, while my heart remains by a stream in a clearing in England where I left it weeks ago.

His heart was full of sorrow every step of the way. Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he wept, and he often chided himself for being so foolish as to fall asleep in that place. After all, it had been established for the purpose of modest refreshment from his weariness.

Why? What had she ever done? What had any of them ever done? To give a child only to take him away. To make and then unmake, as if a family weren't built of lives but of things that could be broken, returned, thrown out--

When I want to really get to know someone, I ask three questions. People's answers to these give me great insight into someone's heart. The questions are: What do you dream about? What do you sing about? What do you cry about?

Maybe someday you'll love me back, but that's gonna be the day I love someone else who loves me too

You abused my heart til' it was black and blue, but no matter how hard I try, I can't stop loving you.

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

Sometimes you just need to accept that some people can only be in your heart not your life.