Quotes About Heartache

She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him

All I was aware of was this hole, this gaping hole where my heart should have been. I read somewhere once that your heart is supposed to be the same size as your clenched fist, but this hole felt far bigger. It seemed to expand over my whole upper body and it felt cold, vacant - the cooling wind seemed to cut right through it. I felt frail and insubstantial, as if the wind could have blown me away.

when he came off the beach. She would not see him again. She fought like a crazed thing. She fought to live, she fought to come back. She has always wanted to tell him this, in some way. She tried. She would like to say to him, Theo, I tried. I fought because I didn't see how I could leave you. But I lost.

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

Je m'étonne/ De ceux qui, connaissant l'amour, aiment encore!

Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last poem to my wife's heart. They laughed, and took from me only the words dedicated to my wife's heart.

How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?

And I want I want to live And to forget you

Was that all love did for you? Made you give up and give in? Left you open to pain and hurt?

I miss him. With every breath and every heartbeat, I miss him.

Marry me, love me, above all, look after me. somebody had to be responsible for her, besides herself. That was what women had been led to expect and hardly any price was too high. Loneliness, heartache, denial, all grist to the mill.

Dearest . . . I am writing you once more now, night . . . brings a silence that helps me talk to you, and I wonder . . . could you be remembering too, sad dreams . . . of this strange love affair. My dear . . . although life may never let us meet again, and we—because of fate—must always live apart . . . I swear, this heart of mine will be always yours . . . my thoughts, my whole life, forever yours . . . just as this pain . . . belongs . . . to you . . .

Estoy muy cansado, Valentín. Estoy cansado de sufrir. Vos no sabés, me duelte todo por dentro. - ¿ Adónde te duele? - Adentro del pecho, y en la garganta - ¿ Porque será que la tristeza se siente siempre ahí?

I'm never going to fall in love with the idea of someone again.

If only heartache were contagious, you would love me as much as I love you

Pourquoi les filles tombent-elles raides amoureuses d'hommes qui les font souffrir et traitent avec indifférence ceux qui seraient prêts à leur décrocher la lune ?

Et puis tout d'un coup, je te vois et ça m'arrive que je t'aime, d'une façon que c'est pas possible de le dire...Tout le temps, je te vois, tout le temps je te parle...Le sommeil, ça me l'a tué, quand je mange, ça n'a plus de goût.Si tu ne me veux pas, ou je meurs ou je deviens fou.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.

She was capable of causing me pain, but no longer any joy. Pain alone kept my wearisome attachment alive.

Il faudrait choisir de cesser de souffrir ou de cesser d'aimer.

It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since as soon as there is a choice it can only be a bad one.

Why did you not forget your heart also? I should never have let you have that back." ...

Jean's desires, like those of all men in love, were concentrated on the impossible.