Quotes About Heartache

Now that he'd seen her, he knew what he'd long suspected. He was far from over her. *

this now? "I miss my mother,

He opened the door and saw the Jeep. She stood in front of it, leaning against the hood, arms crossed over her chest, getting wet in the freezing drizzle. His heart lurched. Almost three weeks since he'd seen her and his feelings hadn't given him a break. He still wanted her so bad it hurt. "You

My heart hurts. Hurts so bad. I…I just don't want him to see me cry anymore…." She hiccuped and blinked until her cheeks were wet. Jerry didn't hand her a tissue; she knew where they were. She'd used up his supply several times. "If I didn't love him so much, I'd hate him." She swallowed and reached for a tissue. "My heart hurts so bad…." *

What had he done to her? And why was he kidding himself? He'd never stop loving her. He

I think loving someone and losing them can leave a hole in your heart.

When your heart aches with love, just the fear of having it thrust away is enough to frighten the boldest from spilling their simple truth.

She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me.

He loved me and he beat me. I loved him and I took it. It's as simple as that, and as stupid and complicated. It's terrible. It's like knowing someone you love is dead but not having the body to prove it. He loved me. I know it.

I will always be alone, as nobody will be able to replace you. I tried several times, out of despair, in order to not fall lower. But I have never written and will never write letters like the ones you have from me

Isn't the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more 'I love you's.

I've seen daggers pierce the chest, Children dying in the road, Crawling things hooked and baited, Rapists bound and then castrated, Villains singed in public square. Yet none these sights did make me cringe Like when my Love cut all her hair.

Ya se sabe que sufrir de mal de amores es como marearse en un barco: a la gente tu estado le parece divertido, pero tú te sientes morir.

Wherever I am, in wood or field, By dawn or evening light, Without cease my heart feels The pain of one who is not here...

The Death of the Heart

They die of love—inside. After

Love is the greatest blessing there is, and when you love someone as much as he loved you, you can't let go lightly. You just can't.

Jane's dream had ripped her heart from her chest, as if the past were a lion that could eat her alive.

a man I loved and cared about but wasn't in love with.

without him—I wasn't sure I could go on breathing. But I did." "I know," Sylvie said. "It was because I loved him," Jane said. "And that's what love does. It takes hold of you so hard . . . takes hold of your breath. Your heart, your pulse, your thoughts, everything.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

I hardly dare believe it after that horrible day last summer. I have had a heart ache ever since then. But it is gone now." "This baby will take Joy's place." Said Marilla. "Oh, no no no Marilla. He can't, nothing can ever do that. He has his own place, my dear wee man child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else–there never could be anybody else for me but you. I´ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school