Quotes About Heartache

What is the heart but a small hand of agonies?

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

parecías tener un talento especial para perseguir a la persona que menos te convenía, para querer lo que no podías tener, para rendir tu corazón a chicas que no podían o no querían corresponderte.

Ik houd mezelf voor dat ik beter moet weten dan zo verbaasd te reageren, dat de dingen nu eenmaal zo lopen in de wereld, dat we allemaal sterfelijk zijn en dat ons einde zich elk moment kan aandienen. Maar een objectief beeld biedt geen greintje troost. Het hart bloedt. En daar bestaat geen remedie tegen.

Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative

Our Love has slowly slipped away,Our Love has seen its better day.

Our obsession with material things brings trouble and heartache into our lives. So we tell ourselves that we'll do better—we commit ourselves for a time to new budgets, we go on temporary diets, we hold garage sales. But none of it lasts for long because deep inside us, we treasure the creation more than we treasure the Creator.

Now, even in the growing days of his success, he was girl shy. His mother was all he wanted. He did not realize it, but this was to cause him heartache later when the thing happened he did not ever believe or dream would happen … that he would fall happily in love.

Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale's eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. "I understand," she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he'd become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.

To-day my skies are bare and ashen, And bend on me without a beam. Since love is held the master-passion, Its loss must be the pain supreme

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile.

Car j'ai vécu de vous attendre, Et mon coeur n'était que vos pas.

The long sobsOf the violinsOf autumnPierce my heartWith monotonous languor.

II pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. NÆ¡i tim Ä'ây n?c n?, nhÆ° thành ph? mÆ°a rÆ¡i...

Ariette III Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine !

Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville.

Ton cÅ"ur bat-il toujours à mon seul nom ? - Toujours vois-tu mon âme en rêve ? - Non.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

There are some who said I should have fought harder or longer than I did for my marriage, but in the end fighting for love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

Those early days in Paris were nearly forty years behind him and yet, in the final pages he writes of Hadley, "I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

I was falling in love, and it was wonderful, and it was awful.

My mind knew it was all finished, but the heart never knows, or if it does, it does only at the very last possible moment.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What