TIL KINGDOM COME you’ll be the one. FOR YOU theres NO MORE KEEPING MY FEET ON THE GROUND. My head is in the clouds NOW MY FEET WONT TOUCH THE GROUND. LIFE IS FOR LIVING...

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

Trust me: Setting things up right from the beginning will avoid a ton of tears and heartache.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

A heartfire, Clementine my darlin’, is when you want someone, when you need her so damn bad, not only in your bed but in your life, that you’re willin’ to burn–“.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

There are many types of pain. The only one that aspirin won’t help is a hurting heart. That’s why there is alcohol.

There is enough heartache and sorrow in this life without our adding to it through our own stubbornness, bitterness, and resentment.

I didn’t go there lightly. I knew even then that this was the beginning of something very hard to reverse. But I couldn’t do otherwise now: I was too possessed

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

Tears are words the mouth can’t say nor can the heart bare.

Psalm 37:44 Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

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...

Is it just me, or is that guy the coolest boyfriend ever invented?” “It’s not just you.” And there was that same dull pain-the one I get sometimes when I see the two of them...

I was even a little glad that if it wasn’t going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her.

my heart no longer beats but is a tugging muscle,

How can the most cruel and despicable create something as breathtaking beautiful as this?

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is “you?” The one who has to ask or the one who doesn’t?

Heartache is very fertile ground for song-making but so is happiness, so is absolute bliss.

The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.

I am done slowing down, giving people their time and space, letting them explore their options.

Eyes so young, so full of pain … Two lonely drops of winter rain … And no tear could these eyes sustain … For too much had they seen.

Even the Sun gets tired of rising, but he does it out of love for the Earth…

Experience has taught me that what you love, you should love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

I know I had no right to do this to you, but if you ask me if I regret it, I will answer you no. If you ask me if I’d do it again, I’d...

Have you ever loved someone so much, you felt like your heart was going to just beat right out of your chest?

Elle wondered if he had regrets. But she didn’t let herself wonder for too long. She had locked her heart up against him, and it would take something extraordinarily strong to break it open.

Love doesn’t come with an on-off switch. It’s made of too many threads of memory and hope and heartache that weave themselves into the very core of who you are.

Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when...

My soul hurts.

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.

You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my...

The closer he was the less confident I was.

Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.

He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to beI rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric...

My swimming cap was really sprouting leaks these days. The thing is, you could patch over the holes, but it would never be the same. Like my love life.

As she looks through the window; while seeing him give her his world, tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembers the world she once had.

He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. “She’s happy, Andie,” he whispered to his wife. Andromeda Quinn did what she always did. She...

Young alienation, disappointment and heartache is all a part of the first real growing up that we do.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bitter storm...

There are often great lessons to be learned at the roots of stress, drama, and heartache. Don’t let the magnitude of the circumstance blind you to the value of the lesson.

Your heart is not a guinea pig that anyone can experiment with. You deserve a love that will last long past Valentine’s Day.

Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow,...

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.

Aber wie dem, der in einer schnellen Kreisbewegung drehend geworden, auch da noch, wenn er schon wieder still sitzt, die äussern Gegenstände mit ihm herum zu gehen scheinen: so wird auch das Herz, das zu...

Lies and half-truths hurt not only the liar, but the people they love most.

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

I would have done anything for him. But these days, I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to get drunk or go to a wild party or make out with random boys-not that...

Sunlight’s warmth on my face awoke me in the morning. I didn’t remember falling asleep or how I came to be in my own bed. But I did recall nightmares. Awful nightmares featuring Gwen.I turned...