Quotes About Heartache

Perhaps in the cold my heart would freeze and I would care nothing for those I was forced to abandon.

You didn't have to be cursed in love to know that when you loved someone you were open to great loss.

Her heart, though broken, still beat.

He had felt the same sort of aloneness once again when Maria told him to leave;

Now whenever he kissed her, she cried and wished she had never fallen in love in the first place. It had made her too helpless, because that's what love did.

Ignore love, she now understood, and a person might bleed forever, even if no one could tell.

love was never a regret.

I thought he knew me better than most...Then one nigh Jack brought me flowers, a handful of fading daisies he'd picked up at a farm stand, but flowers all the same. That was the end; that was how he ruined everything.

Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.

She ached in expected and unexpected places.

Never offer your heart to someone who eats hearts who finds heartmeat delicious but not rare who sucks the juices drop by drop and bloody-chinned grins like a God.

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?

When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea — on which I cannot walk — and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this? But I'm a woman. I love you, I say. Whatever happen, whatever you do, I love you.

He love looking at Shug. I love looking at Shug. But Shug don't love looking at but one of us. Him. But that the way it spose to be. I know that. But if that so, why my heart hurt me so?

Because he understood very well what was making her sick. For the first time in her life she had fallen in love at the same time that she had the experience necessary to know it would never work out.

Sighing, Irene said, Why is it that we can love so much that which only makes us cry? Susannah thought for only a moment, and then, with certainty, she said: Because it is that which calls us home to the heart.

It does not matter to me: wherever you are grieving whether Paris, Damascus, Jerusalem, Bamako, Mexico or Beirut or New York City my heart, too, is bruised and dragging. There used to be such a thing as melodrama when feelings could be made up, but now there is bare pain and sorrow, a sense of endlessly missed opportunities to smile and embrace The other.

She was so alone. Dead to the world. No one to love. No one who loved her.

I hope you'll never know how sadness can twist your heart, and make you a stranger to yourself.

If strength is love, then we weren't strong enough, But if strength is letting love go, we were.

Do you like eighties music, Nurse Willowes?" "Can we discuss the oldies another time?" "What? What? The oldies? I've already had a man kicking in my ribs, and now you pull out my heart." "Hey!

he thought how the young are pierced by love, innocent bodies torn and ruined for no reason, save that it suited someone who held them dear.

Don't you dare write any romantic songs about springtime Aubrey. It would kill me, and dying once is bad enough.