#arta

I dont know where you have to go, or what you have to do. but i'll wait for you John. Every beat of my heart belongs to you, whether you ask for it or not. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#goodbye #heartache #love #waiting #love

No puedo soportar más en silencio. Debo hablar con usted por cualquier medio a mi alcance. Me desgarra usted el alma. Estoy entre la agonía y la esperanza. No me diga que es demasiado tarde, que tan preciosos sentimientos han desaparecido para siempre. Me ofrezco a usted nuevamente con un corazón que es aún más suyo que cuando casi lo destrozó hace ocho años y medio. No se atreva a decir que el hombre olvida más prontamente que la mujer, que su amor muere antes. No he amado a nadie más que a usted. Puedo haber sido injusto, débil y rencoroso, pero jamás inconsciente. Sólo por usted he venido a Bath; sólo por usted pienso y proyecto. ¿No se ha dado cuenta? ¿No ha interpretado mis deseos? No hubiera esperado estos diez días de haber podido leer sus sentimientos como debe usted haber leído los míos. Apenas puedo escribir. A cada instante escucho algo que me domina. Baja usted la voz, pero puedo percibir los tonos de esa voz cuando se pierde entre otras. ¡Buenísima, excelente criatura! No nos hace usted en verdad justicia. Crea que también hay verdadero afecto y constancia entre los hombres. Crea usted que estas dos cosas tienen todo el fervor de F. W. ↗

— Jane Austen

#cartas-de-amor #love #love

By our Heavenly Father and only because of God, only because of God. We're like other couples. We do not get along perfectly; we do not go without arguments and, as I call them, fights, and heartache and pain and hurting each other. But a marriage is three of us. ↗

— Barbara Mandrell

#along #because #call #couples #each

Luckily, my children love broccoli, and although we sometimes enter into UN-like negotiations about how many 'trees' they need to eat before they can partake of ice cream, it is a vegetable that they tend to embrace. ↗

— Gwyneth Paltrow

#although #before #broccoli #children #cream

I think L.A.'s terrific. You fly an hour and a half and you're in the mountains in three feet of powder. I also think it's a much better city if you're working as an actor. If you're not working and you don't see your dreams coming true, there can be a lot of heartache. ↗

— Scott Patterson

#also #better #city #coming #dreams

Every adversity, every failure, and every heartache, carries with it the Seed of an equivalent or greater Benefit. ↗

— Napolean Hill

#benefit #carries #equivalent #every #failure

There's a lot of heartache because you don't always win. You need loads of determination. ↗

— Pat Cash

#because #determination #heartache #loads #lot

Every test, every trial, every heartache that's been significant, I can turn it over and see how God has turned it into good no matter what. ↗

— Charles Stanley

#every #god #good #heartache #how

I'm not some possession." I pushed at his chest once more. "No, you're not." His mouth returned to mine. "You are my wife." I continued to struggle with the mass of him. He pulled his head back. "You're the only woman I've loved since I lost my mother and sister." His eyes intent on mine. Torn by my anger and his admission, I stopped protesting. His mouth moved against my neck and his body pressed into mine. "I have loved you for so long. ↗

— Saewod Tice

#love #romance #anger

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 featuring Gwen. Awful nightmares that shared the same fatal ending. I turned my head to stare out an open window. The sun shone in full splendor outside, bleaching a clear sky enough to tell it was going to be a beautiful spring day. The air smelled of rain from overnight showers, mixed with a strong floral scent. A large lilac bush below my window was responsible for the perfume. I breathed in the clean and fragrant air. My eyelids fluttered, blinking at a stunning reflection of daylight off the glass. The pale blue sky beyond gave an exquisite glow to my room. All of it invited the soul to bask in a new day. But not me. None of that mattered to me. The world might as well come to a dark and ugly end. I saw no reason for beauty or life to go on so long as Gwen was lost. Rolling over in bed, I felt the vice grips wrench at my heart again as I cried myself back to sleep. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gwen #heartache #loss #mourning #richelle