Quotes About Heartache

Amy: Hey, Paisley, Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Bracewell: What? Amy: Hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt.

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

But John Morton would marry her tomorrow if he were well,—in spite of all her ill usage! Of course, he would die, and so she would again be overwhelmed;—but yet she would go and see him. As she determined to do so, there was something even in her hard callous heart softer than the love of money, and more human than the dream of an advantageous settlement in life.

CHAPTER VI NOT IN LOVE

when a man's heart is sad—sad—sad to the core, a few words from a parson at the last moment will never make it all right.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work. Logically, I knew that the person I'd lost was not fully formed, that he was the possibility of a person. But without him I was gutted. If my baby could not somehow be returned to me, nothing would ever be right again. This bitter winter would go on forever.

I love him, oh! I love him; but he won't let himself be loved.

No es el dolor que nos infligen el que nos destruye. Es el dolor que dejamos dentro de nuestros corazones el que lo hace.

And now you know why I love no one. Why I never have and never will. Heed my words well. Love only destroys.

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

I nearly resent these things I have described, because they are life without you. [It] is so long. If I could only see you.

The worse heartache," says my mother, "is the one you can't bare.

A thousand times more crimes were commited in the name of love, than in the name of hate.

A thousand times more crimes have been committed in the name of love than in the name of hate.

talk about the times I see you. Each time my heart turns over. But why should it be that almost always the person I mistake for you is someone who looks like you not at the age when you died but at some other stage of your life.

But I miss you to the point of anguish.

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

ever there was a broken heart—one crushed and blighted by the rude grasp of suffering misfortune—it was Patsey's.

I will never see him again. Never know why he let me go. Never learn if he really whispered what I think he did. Beautiful.

That's the trouble with having the whole world love you. One day, you wake up and it's flirting with your best friend instead. And you don't know what to do. You're thrown.

Suddenly I can't bear being near him anymore. I can't bear seeing his generous, brave face, his woodland eyes, his everything... and knowing that they can't be mine.

There's only so long you can smile brightly at the man who has your heart but loves someone else.

Because you can want and want and want..But if he doesn't want you back...you might as well wish the sky were red.