Quotes About Heartache

I don't expect you to understand but it's rough to be in love with the wrong person.

Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

She really was older, not the glancing-eyed girl I had fallen in love with but no less beautiful for that; beautiful now in a way less excited my senses than tore at my very heart.

There I go When my heart all worn by grief Sinketh low. Where my baseless hopes do lie There to find my peace, go I. Sad and slow . . 

When she returned to the office, she found that Mr Jasper Cohen had gone abruptly on holiday. His son had been killed in Spain—he had been shot, near Madrid, rather more than a year before; a friend of his had written, on returning safe to England, to tell his father so.

One day he had meant everything to her, he represented her future, and the next, he meant nothing.

I was born when he kissed me, I died when he left me, I lived a few weeks while he loved me

Richard, I am not worth anyone's heartache.' 'I know that,' Richard said. 'But she does not.' 'She will have to learn,' Lymond said.

About his lengthening absence, Kathi spoke only once, and then obliquely, for there were some things too painful for words.

I tell you that whatever infatuation you have fallen into, you cannot keep that man at your side. He belongs where he belongs and he will arrive there, no matter how deep you bury him. Best free him at once and save the heart ache.

The best remedy for a bruised heart is not, as so many people think, repose upon a manly bosom. Much more efficacious are honest work, physical activity, and the sudden acquisition of wealth.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time.

innocent." Stupid, stupid woman, but a woman whose daughter was lost in the

Falling in love is so hard on the knees.

Love can be a very frightening thing." "That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

A man in love is a sorry spectacle.

L'amour, it causes many fatalities, does it not?

A man in love is an awful sight.

O que posso fazer para afastar a lembrança dos meus olhos?

VISEZ CA MAMA MOARE! IMI LASA O CUTIE CU BATAILE INIMII EI.

I didn't tell them how hard everything was without Joshua. How much I loved him. How I would have given up everything—everything—to be with him again. Even for just one night.