#arta

I finally found him sitting on his balcony. He was leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. Soft music played, and a cool ocean breeze blew back my hair as I stepped on to the balcony and inhaled the scent of the sea. "May I join you?" I asked softly. He didn’t bother opening his eyes. "If you like." The moon in the dark sky looked like a giant white plate dipping its edge into the ocean. We sat quietly for a while. I closed my eyes too and listened to him hum along in harmony with the music. "You haven’t played your guitar in a long time. I miss it," I said when the song was finished. Ren turned away. "I fear there is no music left in me. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#kelsey #music #pain #ren #music

He’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go. ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#heartache #romance #strength #heartache

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders? ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#broken-heart #heart #heartache #heartbreak #pills

He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul ↗

— E.L. James

#heartache #home #temptation #temptation

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

— Joshua Wisenbaker

#sadness #tears #heartache

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 I've ever wanted to. I don't want to watch chick flicks or eat ice cream or get a haircut or buy out half of the mall. I don't want cold, cruel revenge. I don't want to see him suffer when karma catches up with him and kick his ass. I don't even want to talk to him right now, simply because it would be awkward and pathetic and I wouldn't know what to say to him. Yes, there is self-control, preventing me from being stupid and acting like a desperate doofus in the manner most heartbroken people do. But there is also a weary numbness threatening to consume every inch of me: Isn't there a way for me to skip straight to the part where I'm fine again? ↗

— Marla Miniano

#self-control #manners

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#heartache

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#heart-ache #hurt #untold-things #heartache

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

— Marla Miniano

#heartache

If we never have headaches through rebuking our children, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up. ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#heartache