Quotes About Heartache

Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again.

This is no place for anyone with a heart.

I've never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

Ohhh," Pumpkin moaned. May moaned in her heart too.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

No mother should lose her child.

The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.

I want her back" I said "I want HIM back"~Charlie

Sentirai il tuono e mi rammenterai, penserai: desiderava la bufera... Sarà una striscia di cielo accesa di rosso, e il cuore come allora in fiamme. E ciò accadrà nel giorno moscovita in cui abbandonerò per sempre la città, muoverò verso il bramato riparo, lasciando in mezzo a voi ancora la mia ombra.

She swallowed, sent him a wild look, and rushed out. The slam of the door echoed through the empty corridor as she collapsed breathless against the wall outside his room. In a futile attempt to quiet her galloping heart, she pressed one trembling hand to her heaving chest. What in Hades must Lyle make of her bizarre behavior? He must think her raving mad. Right now, she was inclined to agree. Charlotte

Wie lange dauert es, bis man den Geruch desjenigen Vergißt, der einen geliebt hat? Und wann hört man selbst auf zu lieben?

Oh, Mum,' Rosie said softly. 'I missed you. Every single day. I have missed you so much.

Well, it's hard to say how I am these days, and that's the truth. I guess I'm still numb from my mother's death. I still can't quite believe I'll never see her again. That's the hardest part, suddenly thinking I'll have to tell her something later, and then I remember she's not there.

I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart. I want to eat the sad...

LoVe!!IS liKe A dEep hOle....If U fElL iN thEres nO WaYoUt!!!!!!<3

It was the emotional equivalent of driving a knife into someone's heart, then viciously twisting it to do even more damage.

Mixed feelings and a bruised heart. Maybe that was what a first love was in the end.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon

What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?

He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly