Quotes About Heartache

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

Home. It is the place where once we lived and laughed, where we grew up with the assumption that all would be well, where we met our first love, where life stretched endlessly ahead. This is the place that now becomes a desert of the heart. —Kory Tyler, Musings, 1412           Gabe

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine.

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.

You've loved with intensity and passion, and have learned to hide your heartache, learned to press your handkerchief back into your pocket and pretend that you are okay.

Whatever they were, she sat on the kerb, folded them tight in her fist, and the sobs gashed their way through her chest, surging against the flesh of her face, bursting out through her mouth and into the rain.

each time it would hurt less, and afterward she would love Lyon less, until one day there would be nothing left Ã¢â'¬â€ no hurt, and no love. She

He wondered where that stuff went to, where love went to, how a person could just love somebody one day and boom –- the next day love somebody else.

Being left is easier, elicits more sympathy, gives reason for tears.

My body has cried out for you every single minute of every day since you left me.

Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time.

I have never seen a man in love," he mused, "who wasn't in trouble.

Le malheur avait mis les habits du mensonge Ils étaient d'un beau rouge couleur du sang du cœur Mais son cœur à lui était gris Penché sur la margelle il me chantait l'amour Sa voix grinçait comme la poulie Et moi dans mon costume de vérité je me taisais et je riais et je dansais au fond du puits Et sur l'eau qui riait aussi la lune brillait contre le malheur la lune se moquait de lui.

Y se marcho Bajo la lluvia Sin decir palabra Sin mirarme Y me cubri La cara con las manos Y llore

All that lasts of love is its poison.

She can't say to herself that it is really over, even though anyone else would say it was over, since he has moved to another city, hasn't been in touch with her in more than a year, and is married to another woman.

Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.

Assim é melhor. Então você ainda gosta dele? Terá que esquecer, Virgínia. Amar a pessoa errada não é das melhores coisas que nos podem acontecer e acontece com tanta frequência. Dante se esqueceu desse círculo no seu inferno, o dos rejeitados.

is it better not to fall in love at all, or to love someone for a little while, even if you have to say good-bye?

Humility can't be bought at a bargain price. It's the long working of grace upon grace within the hurts of our hearts.

The roots of this friendship that once nourished me in deep places now ache with a barren flow. The conversations and connections have been hollowed out and replaced with a stabbing throb of a pierced soul. The arrow dug deep.

felt stuck with a suffocating sense of wanting to feel better but not knowing how. My brain has such a hard time overriding my heart sometimes. One rejection after another did quite a number on my heart. And each new rejection didn't just add hurt; it multiplied the pain that was already there. That accumulation created a dark feeling of hopeless defeat.

Humility can't be bought at a bargain price. It's the long working of grace upon grace within the hurts of our hearts. Humility