In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you,  and take  your grief and make it my own. When you cry,  I cry,  and when you hurt,  I  hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods of tears and  despair and make it through the potholed streets of life

Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly

Mr Rochester, Jane Eyre
Clementine: This is it, Joel. It’s going to be gone soon.   Joel: I know.   Clementine: What do we do?   Joel: Enjoy it.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;

Alexander Pope
I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when  you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my  left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated  in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre