Quotes About Heartache

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

I'll no' love ye, Kate Campbell. No' ever.

There is no cure for a bleeding heart.

She paused when he did not speak. "I know what I would do if I were you." Frantically, Tatiana chewed her lip. It was love or truth. Love won. Steeling herself, she said, "Yes," in a fragment of a voice. "I would choose America over you." Alexander broke down. "Come here, you lying wife," he said, bringing her close, encompassing her.

Tatiana said. "Go on with Dasha. She is right for you. She is a woman and I'm-" "Blind!", Alexander exclaimed. Tatiana stood, desolately failing in the battle of her heart. "Oh, Alexander. What do you want from me..." "Everything", he whispered fiercely.

He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive you,"Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, "for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander!" She groaned in pain. "Not for your brave and indifferent heart.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

Who'll believe that when one star Oft unites two happy lovers, Now one star, Estrella, comes Two to tear from one another?

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Here's the question: Will we allow the things that break God's heart to break our hearts too? It'll mean more tears, more listening. It may even be the reason why so many of us struggle with our own personal burdens and heartaches - God is allowing us to feel the pain, to be weak and broken so that our prayers have power.

Love gets everything all screwed up. It's one of those lies that ruin the world.

It's sad when people break up.

No woman, believe me, will want to rub elbows with the dead woman you keep in your heart." (CG 254/P 9:1127) Félix, she understands, cannot detach himself from the dead Henriette. And also from himself: she accuses him of an incurable egotism. If he continues to unburden himself to other women as he has to her, they will perceive "the aridity of your heart, and you will always be unhappy

There can be great depths of love that are not reciprocated.

It grieves my heart.

Did you ever read the Bible? I mean sit down and read it like it was a book? Check out Lamentations. That's where we're at, pretty much. Pretty much lamenting. Pretty much pouring our hearts out like water.

Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?

so he asked Amnon, “Why are you, the son of the king, so depressed morning after morning? Wonít you tell me?” Amnon replied, “I am in love with Tamar, my brother Absalomís sister.”

He has removed my brothers from me; my acquaintances have abandoned me.

I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.

You have removed my beloved and my friend; darkness is my closest companion.

My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread.

For I am poor and needy; my heart is wounded within me.

Even in laughter the heart may ache, and joy may end in sorrow.