Quotes About Heartache

It's not human to let go of love, even when it's dead.

She already knew that he'd decided to leave—knew before he opened his mouth to speak. But for one last minute, she could pretend that he was hers to keep. For one last minute, she held him, and let him hold her.

It is better to love and lose then never love -

But to see her was to love her,Love but her, and love forever.Had we never lov'd sae kindly,Had we never lov'd sae blindly,Never met—or never parted—We had ne'er been brokenhearted.

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae weary fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,That wantons thro' the flowering thorn!Thou minds me o' departed joys,Departed never to return.

Ae fond kiss, and then we severA farewell, and then foreverDeep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves himMe, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, forever!

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.

At the sight of her, sadness and loss rolled over him, worse

L'excitation que lui donnaient les peines d'amour de ses héros accélérait son pouls, faisait rougir ses joues et briller ses yeux.

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

what perverted shapes thwarted love can take.

Emily, thus dashed to earth, moved back to her seat in a daze. Her smitten cheek was crimson, but the wound was in her heart. One moment ago in the seventh heaven--and now this--pain, humiliation, misunderstanding!

un corazón roto no es ni la mitad de terrible que en los libros. Es como tener una muela picada, aunque no te parezca un símil muy romántico: te duele de vez en cuando y te da alguna que otra mala noche, pero entretanto te deja disfrutar de la vida, los sueños, los ecos y los caramelos como si no pasara nada.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be so painful?

Unrequited love is just another addiction.

Love doesn't leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won't be.

I was suddenly and completely inundated by it. What had been lost in losing him.

Con permiso! Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Ah, y le sugiero que para la próxima vez que se enamore, ¡no sea tan cobarde! Tita

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.