Quotes About Heartache

In truth, I don't want to be there. I don't want to see the light go out of my brother's eyes.

Every heart, it have its own ache.

takes a lot of spunk to spin gold from heartache, Mrs. Osgood. A lot of drive. Most of us can't do it. It's a mean world, Mrs. Osgood, mean and spiteful.

Life isn't always easy, Lissianna. It's full of tough decisions and heartache, and things don't always work out the way we hoped. Life just doesn't come with guarantees. And while it's true that sometimes, by avoiding taking a chance on people, we can avoid some heartache, we might also miss out on the best times of our life. Don't be afraid to love.

Sometimes love worked out, but more often it failed

Como é que se matam saudades não é coisa que se explique de um modo claro. Ele não há ferro nem fogo, corda nem veneno, e todavia as saudades expiram, para a ressurreição, alguma vez antes do terceiro dia. Há quem creia que, ainda mortas, são doces, mais que doces. Esse ponto, no nosso caso, não pode ser ventilado, nem eu quero desenvolvê-lo, como aliás cumpria.

Estou que empalideci; pelo menos, senti correr um frio pelo corpo todo. A notícia de que ela vivia alegre, quando eu chorava todas as noites, produziu-me aquele efeito, acompanhado de um bater de coração, tão violento, que ainda agora cuido ouvi-lo.

Quem diria? De dois grandes namorados, de duas paixões sem freio, nada mais havia ali, vinte anos depois; havia apenas dois corações murchos, devastados pela vida e saciados dela, não sei se em igual dose, mas enfim saciados.

The refusal to love is the only unbearable thing.

How can we be able to live our lives if we deny the one who we truly love?

It ended badly. As everything Helen Doyle had ever touched seemed to end.

Her bed felt huge and empty now, and when she slept, she did so with her arm around a pillow. She dreamed of him almost every night, sometimes good dreams of happy days and joyful times; often they were terrible dreams of abandonment, loss and sorrow. She didn't know which was worse: every morning she woke afresh to the knowledge that he was gone and he would never come back. It would never be all right again.

199. For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

She who was the heart And hinge of all our learnings and our loves: She left us destitute and, as we might, Trooping together.

Remember Oaxaca? The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.

Oaxaca... The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

Being able to restrain my emotions isn't a great victory—it's the pitiful proof of lost love.

I thought this man had long ago drained everything from my heart. But now something strong and bitter flowed and made me feel another emptiness in a place I didn't know was there. I cursed this man aloud so he could hear. You had dog eyes. You jumped and followed whoever called you. Now you chase your own tail.

Teddy once told me that it's natural that we feel alone, and that's because our hearts are different from others and we don't even know how. When we're in love, as if by magic, our different hearts come together perfectly toward the same desire. Eventually, the differences return, and then comes heartache and mending, and, in between, much loneliness and fear. If love remains despite the pain of those differences, it must be guarded as rare...

When the anesthesia of love wears off, you suffer the pain of consequence.

Acaso el odio no es un simple resultado del amor herido?

Forget about love. You will receive that many times, but none of it is lasting.

Or maybe he would turn to religion. Many Americans did so when faced with heartache and hardship.