Quotes About Heartache

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

In a murderous time/the heart breaks and breaks/and lives by breaking.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

there is a piece of me missing so big that the pain doubles me over, clawing at my gut...

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear. They will not let me see that face I so delight to see; And they have taken all thy smiles, And all thy love from me. Well, let them seize on all they can;- One treasure still is mine,- A heart that loves to think on thee, And feels the worth of thine.

nothing was seen or heard of Mr. Weston; until, at last, I gave up hoping, for even my heart acknowledged it was all in vain. But still, I would think of him: I would cherish his image in my mind; and treasure every word, look, and gesture that my memory could retain;

you have blighted the promise of youth, and made my life a wilderness!

Oh, I beg your pardon!  I perceive Cupid's arrows have been too sharp for you: the wounds, being more than skin-deep, are not yet healed, and bleed afresh at every mention of the loved one's name.

I see clearly, now, the folly of throwing myself away on one that is unworthy of all the love I have to give and incapable of responding to the best and deepest feelings of my inmost heart.

No one must know that my heart and mind are constantly at war with each other.

Rosie had been a little girl with a dead dad, and there was no getting around that or over that. Even a drunk dad, even an asshole, was better than a dead dad, which shouldn't reflect on you but did, and left a cannon hole in your heart. [p. 121]

Grief strikes where love struck first.

When you are in love, there is not much that hurts as deeply as rejection.

To lose someone you love because they die is a sweet ache. To lose everything good you believed of them is a pain that stains all they left behind. It poisons the very air of memory. Ballinger

The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming only to sack my heart of all its riches. What am I to do? We argued, yes, you and I, but it was with loving respect, was it not? I cannot endure without you. Please come to me, from wherever you are.

Surely time can take away such love. What a curse if it can't." "It can't." I said.

But the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues, and each of those statues resembled her face.

And you have never given me your love.

I have no one here, and then who comes but one who left such a stamp on my girlish heart that the details are as deep as the finest coin.

You cut my heart out of my chest while I lived and breathed, and you took it with you! We shall be together this night in Hell.

The agony of losing him was monstrous. How could I deny it with a single syllable?

It was hitting me again like so many violent blows that my world was dashed, that my house was ruined, that Amadeo was stolen from me.

No mortal lives long enough to forget their great loves entirely, do they.