Heartache Quotes
The irony of the human heart is that it’s tormented both by the presence and absence of it’s own soul’s counterpart.
How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?
Love is indeed its own hallucinogenic affecting the mind, heart and mood
Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.
You promised me one night. I want you next to me tonight. We have the rest of our lives to be apart.
Supplication comes from a place of intrinsic desperation resulting from a broken and contrite heart.
It was as if her heart was in a vise, squeezing tighter and tighter until she couldn't breathe. The worst part was she was the one who had tightened the screws.
She knew Neal loved her. Good for him for realizing it wasn't enough to make him happy. That was very mature of him. He was probably saving them both a lot of heartache.
To him, freedom was greater than love. She hated that. Because she had always thought that love was freedom.
i hate that its my favorite thing to watch her, because it shouldn't be. It triggers all these what-ifs in my head, and my mind begins imagining things it shouldn't be imagining...
Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?
That is when time stands still - when you watch the one you love, walk away.
It's a certain tragedy when agony and resentment are all you have left connecting you to someone you once loved.
Could he be prosecuted for murder? Cause of death: broken heart. Murder weapon: words laced with bullshit.
It was just a lie that seemed real.It was a promise that was never meant to be true.The forever that had a deadline.It felt like falling in love, but it was falling in aheartbreak café!
We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.
With peaks of joy and valleys of heartache, life is a roller coaster ride, the rise and fall of which defines our journey. It is both scary and exciting at the same time.
Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of such glorious confusion.
It took me a long time and a lot of heartache to realize that just because you love someone doesn’t mean they deserve it.
I didn’t thank God. Doctor Carter, do you think everything happened the way it did because I forgot to thank God? Do you think that God might somehow be as petty as I am?
Of all the heartache I will ever know, only some of it will be real. The rest, I will create.
We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain
He’s a lovely guy, but there’s no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can’t legislate for chemistry.
A shaft of sunlight pierced the dark cluds and she looked up to see a silver lining. It was a sign, she thought.
Their marriage was cold and tedious. Formal and unloving. Stale even. She never had any regrets like this with Jack. With Jack, a rainy day would be cheerful.
I can't loose you...you are the whole reason for everything in my life. Please don't do this!
He should make you smile...always...and when he makes you cry it should be out of passion!
A nation forgetting its own laughter is in a sad state of affairs
Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you’re desperate for.
When I was twelve, someone stole all those dreams of normal from me." ~ Blake
Almost nine years later, I know that stars don’t burn forever, and even the brightest can shatter into a million, burning sparks before falling from the sky.
Keep making noise, I prayed, laughing. Bang drums. Clamor and ring bells for I cannot stand to hear the tired beating of this almost heart.
Which was worse, telling a person you loved them when you didn’t mean it? Or loving them and never telling them at all?
She had lost him. Lost him because she'd let him go. And she could not allow herself to regret that decision.
Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar, My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.
Books keep and reciprocate our secrets, dreams, regrets, and hopes better than any friend in the world.
She was wrapped in my jacket, almost swallowed by it. You never realize how small a woman is until she wears your clothes.
I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator.
Jax, I don't know if I can do this, " I murmured."Do what?" he asked.I though for a moment as he watched me in silence. "Survive you, " I whispered in answer."Maybe you won't have to...
I don’t know how long we’ve sat here. All I do know is that my heart feels torn in two. Have I been here hours? Or minutes? Heartbreak is timeless".