Quotes About Heartache

Few things are as painful as the unfulfilled desire to be near to another you love.

but me you have forgotten or you love some man more than me

Sweet mother, now I cannot work the loom. Sleek Afroditi broke me with longing for a boy.

It's like always a never. The sea breaking against the rocks. The one always wanting. It's the hardest thing loving someone who doesn't love you.

But you have forgotten me or you love some man more than me

She would miss him for the rest of her life.

subject for discussion. What terrible messes we get ourselves into when we are silly enough to fall in love

I know my heart will never be the same But I'm telling myself I'll be okay

Like most book people, there was a shadow in his face, a hollow echo in his laugh, that let you know he'd rather be around books than people. Who could blame him? It was why so many of us were in this business. People had let us down. People had broken our hearts. We liked books and animals and messy rooms full of things that weren't people.

With every word it seemed to Mary that her hopes were crashing around her ears. She had secretly believed that she was living in a dream world but having her dreams shattered so suddenly by a cruel complacency was like the twisting of a knife in her too vulnerable heart.

El amor es una gangrena del alma.

Every pretty girl is a heartbreaker

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn't true.

When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

My room is like a bit of June, Warm and close-curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold.

The Unchanging Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing From the immense blue circle of the sea, And the soft thunder where long waves whiten— These were the same for Sappho as for me. Two thousand years—much has gone by forever, Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men— But here on the beaches that time passes over The heart aches now as then.

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care.

and i don't just mean that they change you. a lot of people can change you - the first kid who called you a name, the first teacher who said you were smart, the first person who crowned you best friend. it's the change you remember, the firsts and what they meant, not really the people......i'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you has your own soul. their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

My heart has been stolen too - but I've gone and got it back every single time!

Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time

How long time is when one is sad! Is it three years or three days since you went away?