Quotes About Heartache

When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again,"The heart out of the bosomWas never given in vain;'Tis paid with sighs aplentyAnd sold for endless rue."And I am two-and-twenty,And Oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

How far apart are she and I! I and the lady of my heart; I yearn in love; she passes by Too proud one kind word to impart. For she left me here to moan, Gold set her fragile thought astray; But, came she in her shift along, I'd take her to my heart today. How lightly on her spirit lies The love that crushes my poor heart! And, ah, she mocks my miseries How far are she and I apart!

My heart, have you know wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, why have you left me alone?

Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me.

The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do: My pleasures are plenty, my troubles are two. But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest, The brains in my head and the heart in my breast. Oh, grant me the ease that is granted so free, The birthright of multitudes, give it to me, That relish their victuals and rest on their bed With flint in the bosom and guts in the head.

Of his entire life, the worst moments had been during the three or four months after Nora had died, when he'd awakened to the heart-constricting knowledge that she wasn't there anymore.

You cannot imagine how much I miss you... The house does not feel the same. I keep feeling that you are here or thinking that I see you. I even think that I can hear you some afternoons...I go out to see... I look for you, but I can't find you. My life is not the same without you.

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

they lodge themselves in the infinite corners of recall, and then return in their full regalia in ones and twos and threes, each little bunch stepping forward to corrode the heart with venom again and again.

It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.

A mighty pain to love it is,And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;But of all pains, the greatest painIt is to love, but love in vain.

A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.

Tizitash zeweter wode ene eye metah. I can't help thinking about you.

I'll never see you again, but that's a note I tear up in my mind.

Hope is a decision we make, a choice to believe that God can take the adversity, the disappointment, the heartache, and the pain of our journeys and use these to accomplish his purposes.

It's hard to imagine losing a family, to have someone you love just disappear like that.

Nie ?am twych r?czek, niewiasto m?oda, Nie p?acz, i r?czek, i oczu szkoda. Ten, po kim p?aczesz, wzajem nie b?y?nie Okiem ku tobie, r?ki nie ?ci?nie.

I had figured out that it was a bad idea, but, well, it´s hard to argue with love, even when it´s making you do something really stupid.

I think I've missed you every day," he whispered.

In life it was necessary to recognize that no one escaped heartache. It therefore made it even more essential to hold tight and savor every drop of happiness that came your way.

Only to have a grief equal to all these tears! There's not a sob in my chest. Dry hearted Peer Gynt I pare away, no hero, merely a cook.

I ache, brilliantly.

Heartbreak can be so pathetic.

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.