Quotes About Heartache

Heartache is very fertile ground for song-making but so is happiness, so is absolute bliss.

I pretended to be super-cool and not be bothered by things and play off any kind of heartache when I was younger, for sure.

That's what sport can do to you: it gives you a lot of heartache and pain, and sometimes the ultimate rewards.

I look up to my parents because they were both following their dreams. But I also know the heartache and I saw how hard it is and that you really, really gotta love what you do.

I think people have a clear idea of my style of music I want to do, which is rock, but it's not heavy rock. It's more rock that is feel good and makes you feel something, whether or not that's heartache and pain or it feels like a celebration.

World rips kid's guts out

A la rigueur, je suis heureux qu'on ait à rire de ma tristesse : seul m'entend celui dont le cÅ"ur est blessé d'une incurable blessure, telle que jamais nul n'en voulut guérir...

My heart aches for you! But don't despair! I am persuaded you will come about! Recollect what the poet says! I'm not sure which poet, but very likely it was Shakespeare, because it generally is, though why I can't imagine!

Racism and injustice and violence sweep our world, bringing a tragic harvest of heartache and death.

It's a bad feeling, losing a World Cup.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

It's not easy when you were so close to win the title and you lost it.

I wanted him to love me, and I'm quite sure that he didn't.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

Blue that was unstable and misbehaved when left in skin. Blue like the sea that had taken his father. Blue, for his mother's sake, and for the true colour of every bereaved and bloodless heart when it is collapsing.

M The heat is going out of me. C The heart is going out of me. B I feel nothing, nothing. I feel nothing.

I have this grief and I don't know why.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

I love you still, Against my will.

She'd had sex with a boy she wasn't going to marry. She'd fallen in love with him, knowing that it would never work. Right now the pain seemed worth it because she was in his arms.

Others were in love. Desire abandoned them all.

Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.