Quotes About Heartache

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days.

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape

The fact is that there are people, good people who, not because they want to but all the same, fall in love with the wrong thing.

I cannot not grieve.

My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.

My heart cracked like a doll-dish...

Do you like me?" No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.

She threw herself eagerly into the paths of unsuitable men.

I was 19 when my father died from a heart attack. He was a 55-year-old college professor and had led what was by all appearances a risk-free life. But he was overweight, and heart disease runs in our family.

I'm happy, I would say that I'm one of the happiest people I know but I've certainly had periods of profound sadness, depression and heartache and those are the kind of things that are interesting to me to write about.

Painful breakups can have profound effects on the body and mind.

We are not programmed to bury our kids.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

Here my last love had died.

When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everything was going well.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it.

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

People fall in and out of love all the time. I wonder how they manage it.

I'd rather keep it as a beautiful memory-- tucked away in my heart.' 'Yes, women can do that-- but not men. I'd remember always, not the beauty of it while it lasted, but just the bitterness, the long bitterness.' 'Don't!

C'mon, Amory. Your romance is over You don't know how true you spoke. No idea. 'At's the whole trouble

A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.