Quotes About Heartache

Tak ada yang lebih menyakitkan dari kepedihan yang tak bisa ditangiskan.

When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.

cold, like swallowed tears.

You're tearin' my guts out, Claire.

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

But right then, one room away, there were people in love, and I'd never felt so alone in my life.

The secret to surviving heartbreak is finding more pressing drama.

I mean being a knight," she said."Was it worth it?" The drama, the heartache, the stress? The friendships, the conspiracies, the pranks, the bonding ... Was it worth it?Oh, yeah.But then her words sunk in. Was. Past tense. For I was no longer an active knight of Rose & Grave.I was a patriarch.

Do you love him? I shook my head. "I love you," I said, before I could stop myself. He looked away from me. "A little too late for that, isn't it," he said, and I winced, wishing I'd kept my feelings to myself.

Now Sam and Noelle were dead and I was about to lost my grandpa, and I knew I would never have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

A broken heart isn't so much the loss of the person as it is the loss of your dreams with that person.

For had it been an adversary who taunted me, then I could have borne it; or had it been an enemy who vaunted himself against me, then I could have hidden from him. But it was you, a man after my own heart, my companion, my own familiar friend.

He heard the thrill in her voice, he saw her earnest face, he saw her clear true eyes, he saw the quickened bosom that would have joyfully thrown itself before him to receive a mortal wound directed at his breast, with the dying cry, 'I love him!' and the remotest suspicion of the truth never dawned upon his mind.

The only real parting is when there is no love left to part from

I had lost too much of the heart and all the faith needed to stay afloat in a job where every human encounter felt like an anvil strung around my neck just when I thought I was nearing the shore.

A common little song has died and left me here with a heart in pain and sent me wandering lovelessly to deposit my heart at every door: with her who was never born yet died and left to me a loveless heart: and yet carries off my heart in pain: to deposit my heart at every door.

What do they find then, that this lover has committed the unpardonable error of not being able to exist—and they come down with a dummy in their arms. God's last round, shadow-boxing, that the heart may be murdered and swept into that quiet still place where it can sit and say: 'Once I was, now I can rest.

Ah!" he said. "Love, that terrible thing!

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

My daddy has a chain five miles long, on each link a heart for a lover he has lost.

I think of country radio like a great lover: you were nice to me, you gave me a lot of cool stuff, and then you dumped my ass for another woman.

It was an awful word. Nothing. It made him sick at heart. He refused to believe it. Hebdemanded that there be something he could do. He demanded that his love be worth something to his child. If it wasn't, life was garbage. He hd to rulenout the idea that life was just a matter of accident, of percentages, because it was just too goddamn much to stand for. There had to be some way you could make yourself be felt.

A country song is a song about life.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!