Ache Quotes

You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.

Years of love, followed by heartache. Those are the years that define me.Those are the years that know– love’s eternity is you.

This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit's hard to remember afterwards,

Beware the faces that bare the most smiles.For they are the ones who hide the most sadness—.

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

I have found no other cure for loneliness than to befriend it.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty,

I CAN'T GO ON! I FEEL LIKE NONE OF MY EMOTIONAL WOUNDS CAN HEAL! AS SOON AS IT TRIES TO HEAL, IT SHATTERS AGAIN! I CAN'T HEAL!

It's sad how people change from the best to the beast.

You can no longer hide from me. I am your soul ache come to guide you home.

Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.I’m the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level of shame.Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.

I need to learn to stay away from those who want to steal my heart and replace it with steel.

I was a fool. I should have grabbed him when I could have had him all to myself, snatched him up like a ripe mango at the market. But how was I to know that this was what love felt like?

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.

Some people just live out their whole lives with some sort of ache in their heart they never resolve.

The sadness began later, in waves as crushing as the contractions had been,

I encased my heart in stone so as to stop it from beating