Quotes About Heartache

So we're leaving today, Papi. We are already gone. And you must be very careful and look after yourself, please. We are taking you with us in our hearts, and we will call you when we get to el norte, Papi. And we'll send for you when we have jobs, and you can come to us, and you can bring Mami and Abuela, too, and we will all be together again as it is meant to be.

The absolute absence of him feels like unmitigated terror.

what's left is only the beloved, familiar shape of him, empty of breath.

When Tony was madly in love with me, his relationship with Vanessa Redgrave was ending.

Country music is about new love and it's about old love.

But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.

Since my father's death, nothing mattered to me anymore.

Ida Cox, sang that the blues was nothing but "your lover on your mind" and "a slow aching heart disease.

Sense is apt to fly out of the window when a girl falls in love.

You know before you know, of course. You are bending over the dryer, pulling out the still-warm sheets, and the knowledge walks up your backbone. You stare at the man you love and you are staring at nothing; he is gone before he is gone.

She put her hand over her heart. Oh boy. It hurts. It's a real pain. Right here.

I miss you," he says. "I still miss you, sweetheart. Every day is like the first day I lost you.

She believes that her last chance for love just died, and her last chance was her first love, and there is something about that that is awfully hard to bear. Think about it. To know you're at the end of hoping for love and to realize that something else will have to do, if you're going to have any reason to go on.

His mother said, Oh, it's miserable to love, Johnny, I'm sorry to tell you so. Miserable for me, anyway, because I feel it too hard. And what happens then? What do you think? You go from the lovely direct to the pain - you can't help it.

I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.

Pasada una cierta edad vamos por este mundo en cuerpos hechos de secretos y de arrepentimiento, de dolor y de viejas heridas abiertas. Nuestros corazones están apenados y maltrechos por todo este sufrimiento y, sin embargo, nos las arreglamos para salir adelante

We loved each other. That was never the question. It's just that we couldn't figure out how to stop making each other desperately, shriekingly, soul-punishingly miserable.

Each time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.

When he died, she took her hopes for a child and wrapped them carefully in a box and buried that box deep, deep in her heart. So deep, she thought never to face that dream again. Except, with one sentence, Edward had exhumed the box and ripped it open. And her hopes, her dreams, her need to bear a child were as fresh now as they had been when she was newly wed.

She caught her breath on a sob. He was going to London to bed another woman.

He was simply gone, and he took all our peace with him.

But I think I know so well the pain we children clutch to our chests, how it lasts our whole lifetime, with longings so large you can't even weep. We hold it tight, we do, with each seizure of the beating heart: This is mine, this is mine, this is mine.

My plans for today are to hang about hoping for a glimpse of her, to have my heart eaten away by the thought of her; to feel my blood bounding maddeningly, ridiculously, like a young boy's; to despair; to realise the weight of my misery and hunger with each step I take.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.