him” with great sadness and perhaps longing–about his honest, stupid, constant kindness and fidelity; his never-ceasing obedience; his good humour; his bravery and courage. Very likely she cried, for she was particularly lively, and had...

Therefore, have done with this nonsense: you have no ground for hope: dismiss, at once, these hurtful thoughts and foolish wishes from your mind, and turn to your own duty, and the dull blank life...

Charity liked brandy. She liked the way it burned her throat while soothing the ache in her heart.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

It’s crazy what a heart blinded by love can lead you to believe.

The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

Rain is a lullaby heard through a thick, isolating blanket of clouds. It is the tinkling harp of water droplets; a moist breath whistling through willow reeds; a pattering beat background to the mourner’s melody....

There weren’t any promises of a future life together, either, but he didn’t need to live like a monk anymore. Two years was more than enough time for soul-searching and penance. As long as Laney...

Love is indeed its own hallucinogenic affecting the mind, heart and mood

I hate feeling so weak and vulnerable.I hate that I miss him.I hate that I am alone, and I always was.I hate that I made him into a superhero, he was not.I hate that he...

you lost a good man while you were trying to impress the bad ones

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

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

Don’t live life hiding behind your past. Live for the moment. When you find someone you want to spend forever with, you don’t let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day, a...

The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below. I look up at the sky and...

I’ve lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel.”- Does it get easier?”Yes. But you’ll never be the same again.

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black

You can only trust your emotions as you can lie to yourself with your brain but not your heart.

The irony of the human heart is that it’s tormented both by the presence and absence of it’s own soul’s counterpart.

She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. She’s deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the opposing wrists, nails digging in deep, hard, scratching. Pain to replace pain.

Sus palabras eran el extintor de incendios que acababa de apagar una discreta llama: la historia que inconcientemente Francisca había comenzado a escribir en su cabeza.

We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot...

The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she...

What plagues people is not those who don’t love them, but those who do.

For years I’ve been searching for a homeland, finally I found it in you..

But now its too late,And I am so broken,I don’t want to carry the weight,Of the words unspoken…

It is becoming a bad dream– in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can’t get at him, I mustn’t show anything, must remain gay while I’m...

Far too many people opened their hearts and lives at the drop of a hat. Why give someone that power over you? Why endow them with the ability to hurt you that much? Let someone...

It’s a certain tragedy when agony and resentment are all you have left connecting you to someone you once loved.

That’s what it felt like – that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of...

There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.

The beating of my heart stops when your gone, my heart herts when your voise is not speaking. This proves my love for you so never leave me.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

Don’t lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time.

Heartache makesfor good poetry,heartburnnot so much.

Blessed are those with cracks in their broken heart because that is how the light gets in.

Sleeping on it didn’t make accepting it any easier. It seemed like a really bad dream.

Anger’s like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart ’til it reaches my outer me

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...

I may tear you apart but I’ll put you back together.

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime

Heartache often drives us to consume things we wouldn’t otherwise, such as an entire pint of Caramel Pecan Perfection high-fat ice cream, covered in ganache, the crack cocaine of frozed dairy. Twelve hundred calories per...

If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o’clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they’ll swallow your secrets...

You may have to break this heart before you can use it. You may have to take it apart and start all over with me. I know it hurts to change, but I don’t want...

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

There is never a reason good enough to be out of alignment with peace.

I have worn my heart on my sleeve because it is too painful to carry it inside my chest.When I carry it on my sleeve, it has the freedom to exist, to beat in rhythm...

Ah, hell.His peripheral vision was working far too well tonight.His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-the-ass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant...