Quotes About Heartache

I lost a lot of money, lost my wife and kids.

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.

There is nothing more painful than watching a child with a terminal disease.

I was in love once, and it was terrible.

My father's death was the most terrible thing that happened to me in my life.

Divorce, splitting up a family, is a terrible thing.

The loss of a child is the most terrifying place for me to go.

imperfections were God's way of demonstrating His perfection and strength in our lives and ... incredible blessings could come through periods of absolute brokenness... It was undeniable to us now that the fruit of such intense toil and heartache was even sweeter when you had to work so hard to harvest it.

Indragostita de propria-i nenorocire

There is no better city than Paris in which to love. There is no worse city than Paris in which to love and to lose.

The loneliness that can never be filled by anyone except the one whose loss created the absence;

Some calls you cannot ignore, no matter how it may tear your heart.

Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

This is a day for things to break, he thought. My heart. The fellowship of the folk who had come here together. We all move apart from one another today.

My dream was dead in my arms.

Had she learned to feel again, only to have to feel this? Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

She wasn't coming back. I held myself together by refusing to think of her. This empty room jerked the blindfold from my eyes.

He reached out and lightly touched her hair. There's no way, he thought. I'm sunk. And my heart hasn't beat the same since she walked into town.

No, Tom, no hay que sufrir por amor. Amar a alguien es maravilloso. Lo que duele son las separaciones, las infidelidades y las rupturas, pero el amor, Tom, el amor es lo que nos hace vivir. Porque es algo maravilloso. (Paul y Tom)

Every woman has a moment in her life when she realizes she genuinely loves a guy, and he's just not worth it.

You can give a person a hundred reasons not to love someone, but when it's too late, it's too late.

Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.

I've learned that you don't stop loving someone just because they die. And you don't stop loving someone who's dead just because you start loving someone else. I know this violates the natural law that two things can't occupy the same place at the same time, but that's never been true of the human heart anyway.

Tears came to my eyes and grief ambushed me, as if it had been lying in wait all along.