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...

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.

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...

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.

Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly...

Even when the sun was shining she couldn’t see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.

She, who had never liked weddings, had allowed herself this fantasy. Her wedding day to Rory. A pretty church in Sussex, festooned with spring flowers. Rows of relatives, and her, Elle, floating down the aisle...

Wilhelm’s smile reminded Harry of his father’s sad, resigned smile, the smile of a man looking backwards because that’s where the things that made him smile were.

It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our...

Maybe heartache was more normal than the absence of it.

We share that misfortune, reaper…

We search for happiness across every landscape, if only we knew that the seed in which it first grows, is planted within ourselves…

Only those relationships last forever that do not have a name.

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May...

It’s a heartacheNothing but a heartacheHits you when it’s too lateHits you when you’re down

I find I’m unable to speak, unable to move, snared in his serious gaze like some kind of frightened rabbit

I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you...

Where were me parents? Where were Becky? I felt so alone, so lost that I could not see. By that I mean, everything round me were a blur, everything inside me were a blur of...

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We’re looking at the same sun, and the stars...

Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile....

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

How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he’s not there? That the memories are so strong...

And just like that,the cloth was torn. was it the days, weeks of the same argument was it the months without affection, or was it simply the year and a half wasted on empty promises...

i hate that its my favorite thing to watch her, because it shouldn’t be. It triggers all these what-ifs in my head, and my mind begins imagining things it shouldn’t be imagining…

Hoy no quiero ser dulce, tranquila, decente, sumisa, comprensiva, resignada, las cualidades que siempre ponderan los amigos. Tampoco quiero ser maternal; Diego no es un niño grande, Diego sólo es un hombre que no escribe...

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.

Where are you going?” he asked.”To break someone’s heart,” I replied.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

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

Even if times are tough and you’re enduring a terrible heartache, it’s important to focus your anger on a vibrator, not another person.

Love entered in my heart one dayA sad, unwelcome guest.But when it begged that it might stayI let it stay and restIt broke my nights with sorrowingIt filled my heart with fearsAnd, when my soul...