Quotes About Heartache

I can't believe how much damage has been done, just from teenage loves meeting again. People should never come into contact with their first loves, I decide. There should be some official form of quarantine. The rule should be: you break up with your teenage lover and that's it. One of you has to emigrate.

I've seen bright, intelligent girls, waiting and hoping…" She shakes her head. "They know deep down he'll never come back." "So why do they hope?" I can't help asking. "Because it's human nature to hope for impossible things.

Because the thing about letting people into your heart is, you can just push them out again. Easy.

Yes, I made the mistake of falling in love with a man without any feelings. Now it all makes sense.

We look at each other silently and I feel like we have more in common right now than I can ever remember. We met guys and we fell in love and everything seemed to work out. Until it didn't.

God, love is crap. It's crap.

What do I care for life when you are dead?

I live in a place of tears.

All my love gone for nothing. Days of my love, years of my love.

But now to hear your story—is there a man more agonized? More wed to pain and frenzy? Not a man on earth, the joy of your life ground down to nothing

Now I weep like a man who wails the dead and the dirge comes pouring forth with all my heart!

all the griefs in the world that you can name, all are theirs forever.

Yours is a grief that can't be quenched.

Every time you see him, you only make yourself vulnerable to further heartache. Do you really need further proof that he's getting on with his life without you?

The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

As I celebrate life, I can't help but think how young my mom was when she died of a heart attack at 53. My mom didn't get to meet her grandchildren, but I'm determined to watch mine grow up.

When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears

I wish I had lost an arm or a leg. It would have been much easier than losing a part of my heart, which lives on, but now beats to a different rhythm.

Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices.

When the heart gets hurt, It always rains.

... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules)

There is no greater grief, than when a parent losses a child.