Quotes About Heartache

It hurts my heart, too, sweetie, but you know what? Sometimes crying is a kind of cure. Sometimes that's what the body and the heart need to do. It's hard to watch, but it's not always a bad thing.

Whenever I think of him... I don't know why, but my chest feels so tight, it's hard to breathe. I need to keep it secret just a little bit longer.

It is a terrible, wretched thing to love someone whom you know cannot love you. There are things that are more dreadful. There are many human pains more grievous. And yet it remains both terrible and wretched. Like so many things, it is insoluble.

Every adversity, every failure, and every heartache, carries with it the Seed of an equivalent or greater Benefit.

Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed on an equal or greater benefit.

Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

I do want to be with him. Not being able to...breaks my heart. It breaks my heart.

I never meant to get so close to you. I never meant to fall in love.

In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you'll never see again.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

I had more emotion than I had room for. I had no place to put the pain.

I'd rather be called a boy and play with paper airplanes than be called a man and play with a girl's heart.

Listen, here's a human being who has suffered for love. It said Here's a heart aching, and that ache was large enough, urgent and familiar enough, for you all to feel it and by feeling participate in something you yourself were either too timid, closed or unlucky to have known personally, or had known in the long ago of your own innocence over which you had since grown the skin necessary to tolerate the loss and stay living.

How do you measure absence? There had been minutes that had become hours, and hours that had been like a desert with no horizon. There had been days dull and deadened as lead, and whole weeks when she'd had to force herself forward, inch by inch, across their expanse. How do you know when your heart is ready once more?

What wanton liars love makes of us.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

Notes of joy have a special STP solvent in them that dissolves all the gluey engine deposits of heartache. War and woe don't have anything like the range and reach that notes of joy do.

If loving someone was reason enough to be able to stick around, then I'd still be there beside you. And if love was ever enough to save someone's life, then yours would have saved me, too. Because no one ever gave it more easily, or more generously, than you did.

Que el mundo sepa que he muerto de amor».

He's kind, yes, but he will hurt you nonetheless, because he will leave. This is not his place. You've only to look in his eyes.

And if the man who once upon a time had been a boy who promised he'd never fall in love with another girl as long as he lived kept his promise, it wasn't because he was stubborn or even loyal. He couldn't help it.

There were the endless birthday nights and New Year's Eves of just you in your bed and no one else. There was the welling up at weddings, the glittery eye-prick, when all the couples would get up to dance. Sometimes it felt like your heart was crazed with cracks like your grandmother's old saucers. Sometimes the sight of a Saturday afternoon couple laughing in a park would splinter it completely.