Quotes About Heartache

Each time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.

The time comes when our hearts sink utterly; When we remember Deirdre and her tale, And that her lips are dust.

It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.

I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can't hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift.

I didn't fill it up with movies every time because I was trying to just film one damn movie, but that's the heartache of independent films.

Peace had failed her and Ashley had failed her, both in the same day, and it was as if the last crevice in the shell had been sealed, the final layer hardened. She had

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.

Ça a toujours été trop tard pour ne plus vous aimer.

Ainsi cependant vous avez pu vivre cet amour de la seule façon qui puisse se faire pour vous, en le perdant avant qu'il soit advenu.

This is...life, where hearts get kicked and bruised and broken, but somehow they still keep beating.

Falling in love leaves you open, relationships mean pain.

You think that all a cruel-looking man needs is the love of a good woman and then he won't be cruel any more. But he stays cruel and you eat your heart out.

My custom has always been to ponder grief; that is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find its lurking places.

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick.

Falling in love is great but being in love is a disaster

When they come... they come at what you love.

Un libro abierto es un cerebro que habla; cerrado, un amigo que espera; olvidado, un alma que perdona; destruido, un corazón que llora».

Ik heb al het mogelijke gedaan om haar te vergeten, maar eerlijk gezegd is dat nutteloos.

Ha olvidado los hechos minúsculos, idénticos, que constituían su vida, esos días que siguieron al descubrimiento de que tampoco podía confiar en su madre, pero no ha olvidado el desánimo, la amargura, el rencor, el miedo que reinaban en su corazón y que ocupaban sus noches.

Mis infortunios sentimentales se debían más a mí que a ella, por haberla querido de una manera que ella nunca hubiera podido quererme a mí, aunque, en algunas contadas ocasiones, lo intentara.

There are people whose deaths make you ache with sadness. And then there are people whose deaths prevent the sun from rising, deaths that turn the walls black in every room you walk through, deaths that send storm clouds and a wail swirling through your head so that you can't hear music and you can't recognize your furniture or your own face in the mirror.

Sometimes people can surprise the hell outta you. Sometimes they can tear your heart out and turn it to putty, can't they?

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you. And if it were opened, would anything be set free? No. For the impenetrable prison with the impossible lock is your own head.

every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you. And if it were opened, would anything be set free? No. For the impenetrable prison with the impossible lock is your own head.