Quotations about Heartache 

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.  I miss you like hell. 

A final comfort that is small, but not cold:  The heart is the only broken instrument that works.

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. 

God is closest to those with broken hearts. 

God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces. 

What is the opposite of two?  A lonely me, a lonely you. 

Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.


Sadness flies away on the wings of time. 


I don't know why they call it heartbreak.  It feels like every other part of my body is broken too. 


Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again. 


I thought when love for you died, I should die.
It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.


Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. 


Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. 


When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal. 


In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. 


Relationships are like glass.  Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.


I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.


With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

Love is like a puzzle.  When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together.

If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Bad as I like ye, it's worse without ye. 

Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.  Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee.



Don't worry about losing.  If it is right, it happens - The Main thing is not to hurry.  Nothing good gets away. 


My love-lies-bleeding.


Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul.  Activity will cleanse and brighten it. 


Walking, working, barely breathing
My thoughts, far away
Heart aching, mind racing
Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....


Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.


I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.


Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

It's not love's going hurts my days
But that it went in little ways.


Have you ever been in love?  Horrible isn't it?  It makes you so vulnerable.  It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.  You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.... You give them a piece of you.  They didn't ask for it.  They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.  Love takes hostages.  It gets inside you.  It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.  It hurts.  Not just in the imagination.  Not just in the mind.  It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.  I hate love.  

...Lost in your heart, lost in your eyes
Lost every day, no map to follow
Entire days, weeks, a blur
Flickers of light, in the darkness,
Only to be enveloped in shadows once more...


I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.


Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love. 

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. 

I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldn't thou have mine?


Yes, I will go.  I would rather grieve over your absence than over you. 

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!

Let no one who loves be unhappy... even love unreturned has its rainbow. 

As soon as forever is through, I'll be over you.