Quotes About Heartache

Love doesn't break easily, I found. But people do.

Whoever decided that love should hurt sucks. It's been silent for too long, and I watch as Mom wipes a tear off her cheek. Whoever decided that life should hurt sucks even more.

Wishin'   you were here don't place you in the old wing chair. Face you   in the photos, china, art on parlor walls. It's raining in my heart.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

Can't... can't just go away. Can't just... You can't get on that train and charge out of my life. It's not fair. I can't work, dammit! I... I made a bad trade. I made a bad trade. How dare you? How dare you walk into my flat and... and then just... just walk out again? How can you even—

Un giorno ti dirò che ti amo, Jimmy. Avrai solo una possibilità quando accadrà, perchè avere quelle parole sospese, con niente a prenderle e nessuno a ripeterle, è il peggior silenzio del mondo

It's hard to look for another man when your sky turns black and the world has crumbled up and turned to powder. I don't have a spare heart in my pocket in case you don't learn to duck and I lose you. You have to have faith in the world to love, Jackson. You are my faith. Don't take my faith away from me.

I may have loved someone again, but there'd be a big chunk of my heart missing in that, because a thing like that just doesn't grow back, you hear?

He could see somebody had thrown Cotton away. Somebody had thrown Jason's angel away.

Me neither," he whispered. "You take all the lovers you need, but I will never fall in love again.

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum....

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you; Of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you

Si te marchas, haré un muñeco de cera, con tu rostro, con tu cuerpo, y le clavaré alfileres negros, todas las noches, todas las noches. [...] Nunca vivirás en paz. Nunca vivirás en paz. Llenaré de alfileres tu corazón...

Making the ungrateful grateful will bring tears to your eyes, tears of blood bleeding from the heart.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

Because you hate losing. And divorce is one tough loss.

Perhaps she's in love with the last memory she has of you.

That kind of love was a thing to be snatched up and crushed in the jaws of real life.

That which is painful sharpens one's love.

If you're really listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly.

I remember weeping silently in bed after watching 'Titanic.'

The West is dead... you may lose a sweetheart but you won't forget her.

The thing that makes love stories work, in my opinion, in movies and novels and country & western songs, is the feeling of longing.