#heartache

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 dreams. ↗

— Jocelyn Soriano

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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. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

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Growing up seems easier for men, maybe because their rites of passage are clearer. They perform acts of bravery on the battlefield or show they're men through physical labor or by making money. For women, it's more confusing. We have no rites of passage. Do we become women when a man first makes love to us? If so, why do we refer to it as a loss of virginity? Doesn't the word 'loss' imply that we are better off before? I abhor the idea that we become women only through the physical act of a man. No, I think we become women when we learn what is important in our lives, when we learn to give and to take with a loving heart. ↗

— Suzanne Elizabeth Phillips

#just-imagine #love #romance #imagination

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. ↗

— Julie de Lespinasse

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It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. ↗

— John Green

#loss #love #love

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 belong s to you, whether you ask for it or not. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#goodbye #heartache #love #waiting #love

Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

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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

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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

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

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