#heartache

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 to stay the same. Take me. Break me. Do whatever it takes to make me what you need me to be ↗

— Willow Aster

#love #change

...what happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell, shingles and floor, walls and echoes and the light that lead you here has now burned out and the ones who built it have traveled afar and you cant go to them, no matter what shoes you wear. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dorothy #grief #grieving #heart #heartache

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

— Abbi Glines

#heartache #reality #sleeping #dreams

Is it just me, or is that guy the coolest boyfriend ever invented?" "It’s not just you." And there was that same dull pain-the one I get sometimes when I see the two of them together and realize I’ll never have that. I gave Amanda a smile. "He’s great. I’m really happy for you." And that was a hundred percent true. But it didn’t make it hurt any less. ↗

— Robin Brande

#heartache #love #friendship

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 it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#heartache #heathcliff #love #sadness #death

Jealousy is an ugly thing. It makes you hate someone that you barely know. And to make it worst, you're the one who gets hurt, not that 'Someone'. ↗

— Nurilla Iryani

#romance-love-heartache #jealousy

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#disappointment #divorce #envy #heartache #heartbreak

I was wounded by a blow of love. ↗

— Tom Spanbauer

#love

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears? ↗

— Anne Brontë

#hope #love #pain #tears #love

He had always prided himself on his ability to bargain, to bluff, to contain his ever-aching heart within the folds of his robes where no one could see his pain and his shame. Unconsciously, he reached up and fisted the little black pearl in his fingers, searching for words, praying to the Almighty for the words that would let him have her. But they would not come. They were not needed, when the truth was in his eyes. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #romance-love-heartache #love