Quotes About Heartache And Death

#1. 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.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#2. Racism and injustice and violence sweep our world, bringing a tragic harvest of heartache and death.

Billy Graham

#3. Let's go inside, she said. Lumikki nodded.

Salla Simukka

#4. With leadership succession, families tend to focus on picking the next CEO. Families really need multiple leaders at all levels in their families and family businesses.

Andrew Keyt

#5. Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

Dennis Lehane

#6. It's cool now to play golf.

Tiger Woods

#7. What you eat every day is a far more powerful determinant of your health than your DNA or most of the nasty chemicals lurking in your environment.

T. Colin Campbell

#8. A mind can bleed a heart to death.

Munia Khan

#9. To me all men are equal: there are jackasses everywhere, and I have the same contempt for them all.

Karl Kraus

#10. God has put enough into the world to make faith in Him a most reasonable thing. But He has left enough out to make it impossible to live by sheer reason or observation alone.

Ravi Zacharias

#11. The judge decided in this case that both the state and the defense would have the opportunity to respond to certain kinds of press. This is one such instance.

Catherine Crier

#12. Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

Cormac McCarthy

#13. Live with your memories and keep them as memories and that's great. Forget the bad times just remember the good ones and you know and hope tomorrow is a good day

Roger Meddows Taylor

#14. Money was never a big motivation for me, except as a way to keep score. The real excitement is playing the game.

Donald Trump

#15. Could he be prosecuted for murder? Cause of death: broken heart. Murder weapon: words laced with bullshit.

Julie Prestsater

#16. 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.

Emily Bronte

#17. More commonly suffering breaks people, crushes them, and is simply unilluminating. You see how gruesomely human beings are destroyed by pain, when they have the added torment of losing their humanity first, so that their death is a total defeat ...

Saul Bellow

#18. Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,
My poor frail heart will have beat out its cry
And sadly miss thy sweet form all the more
While helplessly I stand and watch you die.

Timothy Salter

#19. I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

Maya Angelou

#20. It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind and say goodbye.

Kristin Cashore

#21. She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

Christy A. Campbell

#22. I can't loose you...you are the whole reason for everything in my life. Please don't do this!

T.K. Chapin

#23. He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.

Michael Cunningham

#24. I smile. On the inside though, so no one can see. A secret smile just for me.

Cat Clarke

#25. Thus ended the first and adventurous part of his existence.
What followed was so different that, but for the reality of sorrow which remained with him, this strange part must have resembled a dream.

Joseph Conrad

#26. It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.

Kristin Cashore

#27. What happens when you return
and find nothing
but a hollowed shell,
shingles and floor,
walls and echoes
and the light that lead you here
has now burned out
and the ones who built it
have traveled afar
and you cant go to them,
no matter what shoes you wear.

Kellie Elmore

#28. 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.

Libba Bray

#29. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone

Richard Puz

#30. The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.

Emile M. Cioran

#31. Honor Lost

Ambulant sunshine pierced
the soot covered glass ~
the feeble man wandered by
in this ritual morning pass ...

Muse

#32. It is the civilian part of the politics that is very, very bad, and we have to change that.

Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo

#33. The cross stands as the final symbol that no evil exists that God cannot turn into a blessing. He is the living Alchemist who can take the dregs from the slag-heaps of life - disappointment, frustration, sorrow, disease, death, economic loss, heartache - and transform the dregs into gold.

Catherine Marshall

#34. He learned that love is not all pleasure, but can be agony and heartache, martyrdom and sacrifice. He learned what the clergyman was talking about in the marriage service: for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.

Upton Sinclair

#35. Democracy is defended in 3 stages. Ballot Box, Jury Box, Cartridge Box.

Ambrose Bierce

#36. The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening.

Zora Neale Hurston