Heartache Quotes - Page 2

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.

You must stay away from the one who brings nothing but heartache and death. Do you hear me? He brings nothing but death. Always has.

With God as my witness and love as my guide, I did all the best that I could. I'm sorry I wasn't everything you ever wanted. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. If I could only reach the sun and the stars, I would have picked one for you in a heartbeat.

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended - what you did wrong or could have done differently - but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?

When you leave,
weary of me,
without a word I shall gently let you go.

Far too many people opened their hearts and lives at the drop of a hat. Why give someone that power over you? Why endow them with the ability to hurt you that much? Let someone in and you were asking for an emotional kicking some day.

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.

Sometimes... Reason and Love are met with a violent ignorance that even what's right gets lost. Our heart bleeds, but when does the blood shed end and the healing begin?

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

The thing I am most afraid of is love. When you say you love someone you are giving them license to hurt you.

He’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go.

Better this way, what remained of his battered sensibilities told him. He was no good for her, anyway. She didn’t understand him. She didn’t understand that he was cursed. And, selfish as he was, he’d rather she hate him than he hate himself any more than he was already going to. Any more than he already did.

Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him.

By now, she was far from the scorch of these sands. After the ransom deal, she would be safely married in England. To Ashton. And Caine, who had hurt her far more than anything Abdullah had planned for her with that long, curved dagger, deserved no better than this torment of knowing it.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

We share that misfortune, reaper...

It is strange... the reasons one feels he doesn't deserve things.

I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.