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Quotes About Heartache

At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I envy them for having a heart to bestow. I often feel that I myself am without one, and possess in its stead merely a heart shaped stone.
~ Margaret Atwood
She said love was useless, because it led you into dumb exchanges in which you gave too much away, and then you got bitter and mean.
~ Margaret Atwood
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse.
~ Margaret Atwood
It's lack of love we die from.
~ Margaret Atwood
But it's love that does us in.
~ Margaret Atwood
I would like to say my hair turned white overnight, but it didn't. Instead it was my heart: bleached out like meat in water
~ Margaret Atwood
She had loved him, uselessly.
~ Margaret Atwood
But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love.
~ Margaret Atwood
call attention of course to the breasts. Some of these women have been within inches of getting Ed to put his head down on their chests, right there in Sally's living room. Watching all this out of the corners of her eyes while serving the liqueurs, Sally feels the Aztec rise within her. Trouble with your heart? Get it removed, she thinks. Then you'll have no more problems.
~ Margaret Atwood
But what if she discovers the truth? What he suspects is the truth. That he's patchwork, a tin man, his heart stuffed with sawdust. He thinks of her waiting for him, somewhere else, an island, subtropical, not muggy, her long hair waving in the sea breeze, a red hibiscus tucked behind one ear. If he's lucky she'll wait till that happens, till he can get there to be with her.
~ Margaret Atwood
Lucky in work, unlucky in love.
~ Margaret Drabble
A woman's body doesn't quit just because her heart breaks.
~ Margaret Maron
I only know that I love you. That's your misfortune.
~ Margaret Mitchell
I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.
~ Margaret Mitchell
I love you...I've always loved you. I've never loved anybody else. I just married Charlie to - to try to hurt you. Oh, Ashley, I love you so much I'd walk every step of the way to Virginia just to be near you! And I'd cook for you and polish your boots and groom your horse - Ashley, say you love me! I'll live on it for the rest of my life!
~ Margaret Mitchell
her heart swelled up with misery, until it felt too large for her bosom. It beat with odd little jerks; her hands were cold, and a feeling of disaster oppressed her. There were pain and bewilderment in her face, the bewilderment of a pampered chhild who has always had her own way for the asking and who now, for the first time, was in contact with the unplesantness of life.
~ Margaret Mitchell
Oh, Scarlett, you are so young you wring my heart.
~ Margaret Mitchell
Now he was gone and she was married to a man she not only did not love but for whom she had an active contempt.
~ Margaret Mitchell
A hard little pain had started in her heart and was traveling slowly up toward her throat where it would become a lump and the lump would soon become tears.
~ Margaret Mitchell
For when Philippe, with his snapping eyes and his wild ways, left Savannah forever, he took with him the glow that was in Ellen's heart and left for the bandy-legged little Irishman who married her only a gentle shell.
~ Margaret Mitchell
All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.
~ Siobhan Davis, Saven Denial
I've been alone since my mom met Scott.He sucked the nectar from her heartlike a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left for Kristina.A vacation is a poor substitutefor love.
~ Ellen Hopkins
If my heart is broken, I should be thankful that I was blessed to have loved but I cannot live that wisely. That's why I cry.
~ Nii Parkes
I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.
~ J. Courtney Sullivan