Quotes About Heartache

Love we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest.

Love that we cannot have is the love that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest

There is always a spot in my heart for you even when you've done wrong, even you let me down, even when you couldn't care less.

I loved her once, I love her still and I always will. She may have pushed me away but in her heart I'll stay.

Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

I'm sorry," I said again. I had nothing better to say. He did not love her; he never would.

A bitter paradox, I thought: to keep his son he had to lose him.

The room turned gray, then white. The bed felt cold without him, and too large. I heard no sounds, and the stillness frightened me. It is like a tomb. I rose and rubbed my limbs, slapped them awake, trying to ward off a rising hysteria. This is what it will be, every day, without him. I felt a wild-eyed tightness in my chest, like a scream. Every day, without him.

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles sailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.

I lay on the dirt, weeping. Those flowers had made him his true being, which was blue, and finned, and not mine. I thought I would die of such pain, which was not like the sinking numbness Aeëtes had left behind, but sharp and fierce as a blade through my chest. But of course I could not die.

was like any dull ass who has ever loved someone who loved another. I thought: if only she were gone, it would change everything.

Onu sevseydim çoktan çekip gitmi? olurdu, oysa kaç?nmam tekrar tekrar geri dönmesine neden oluyordu.

Il dolore più grande è quello di chi viene lasciato da solo sulla terra.

La pena creció en mi interior hasta que estuvo a punto de ahogarme. «Su muerte». Solo de pensarlo me sentía morir, caía en picado a través de un cielo absolutamente negro.

I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

It is like a tomb. This is what it will be, every day, without him.

I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.

Era un experto consumado en lo tocante al dolor. Nada podía causar más dolor a Aquiles que aquello: el hombre más próximo a su corazón le traicionaba ante su peor enemigo.

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying for the loss of half my soul.

Kol esam jauni, mums atrodo, kad visas širdies opas ken?iam pirmieji.

It was quite possible that she had lost the capacity to love and care anymore and that this is how she was going to be for the rest of her life.

And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back? 37. Are you sure -- one would like to ask -- that it cannot love you back?

I am not yet sure how to sever the love from the lover without occasioning some degree of carnage.

And Agnes finds she can bear anything except her child's pain. She can bear separation, sickness, blows, birth, deprivation, hunger, unfairness, seclusion, but not this: her child, looking down at her dead twin. Her child, sobbing for her lost brother. Her child, racked with grief.