#heartache

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#heartache #hurt #love #memory #pain

She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it. The right prayer would have been, Lord . . . I am miserable and bitter at heart, and old fears are rising up in me so that everything I do makes everything worse. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#heartache #prayer #sorrow #sorrow

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. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#loss #love #love

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 doesn't want to kiss me. I hate that every time I cry over one boy it's like crying over all of them again. ↗

— Bill Shapiro

#vulnerability #love

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. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#heartbreak #love #mortal-instruments #unrequited-love #love

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

— Katherine Allred

#heartache #truth #love

Because I don't think God trusts just anybody with so much heartache. The world has not yet seen what God can do with a man who gives both halves of a broken heart to him. And I don't doubt that a man like that can change the world...or at least a little part of it. ↗

— Chris Fabry

#change #christian #god #heartache #hope

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#heartbroken #love

Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed on an equal or greater benefit. ↗

— Napoleon Hill

#benefit #carries #equal #every #failure

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 and some model in a goddamn cologne ad. Not that Qhuinn was bitter. Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed. Nah. Nope. Not at all. The Cocksucker- With a wince, he thought maybe he should switch that insult to something a little farther away from what the two of them ... God, he couldn't even go there. Not if he wanted to breathe. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#heartache #quinn #vision