Quotes About Heartache

All at once, she had fallen into the most extreme wretchedness: that of believing that one is not loved.

On cause de son mal, on ne se coupe pas le cÅ"ur en quatre tout d'un coup, on s'habitue à la séparation, enfin !

Oh, Justice, what frightful despair oppresses our hearts!

Grandes dolores de corazón y propósitos de la enmienda suelen quedarse entre las mantas.

Odda?am mu serce, a on je zdepta? i odrzuci?.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Come in! come in !' he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!

But the hearts that once adored me Have long forgot their vow And the friends that mustered round me Have all forsaken now 'Twas in a dream revealed to me But not a dreamt of sleep A dream of watchful agony Of grief that would not weep Now do not harshly turn away

Kendi yüreÄŸine niçin ihanet ettin Cathy?

e se ama Edgar, e Edgar a ama a si. Parece tudo normal e fácil. Onde está a infelicidade? - Aqui! e aqui! - respondeu Catherine, batendo com uma mão na testa e a outra no peito.

Dei-lhe o meu coração e ele o matou e depois o devolveu a mim. As pessoas sentem com o coração, Ellen: uma vez que ele destruiu o meu, não posso sentir nada por ele.

No puedo ni bajar la vista al suelo sin que sus rasgos se dibujen en las baldosas. En cada nube, en cada árbol, colmando el aire nocturno y refulgiendo de día a rachas en cada objeto, me veo continuamente cercado por su imagen. Los rostros más triviales de hombres y mujeres y hasta los propios rasgos de mi cara se burlan de mí, ofreciéndome su parecido. El mundo entero es una atroz colección de testimonios acreditativos de que vivió y de que ya la he perdido.

Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort - you deserve this. You have killed yourself.

Put je naporan, a mora ga prije?i tužno srce...

She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!

Two words would comprehend my future — death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.

He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears.  'Come in! come in!' he sobbed.  'Cathy, do come.  Oh, do—once more!  Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time, Catherine, at last!

And my heart aches, in hopeless pain Exhausted with repinings vain, That I shall greet them ne'er again!

Your absence insanes me so-- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.

Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.

After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.