#heartbreak

Jealousy always trumps schadenfreude! It’s a rule from the heartbreak version of ‘rock, paper, scissors. ↗

— Julie Klausner

#jealousy #love #dating

It's a dangerous thing when you have love without faith and trust... No one wants to feel unsure when they give their heart away. ↗

— Solange nicole

#life-lessons #love #faith

You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay. ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#death

The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain. ↗

— Soheir Khashoggi

#heartbreak #sorrow #home

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#heartbreak #loss #sadness #life

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#heartbreak #life #life

He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm. ↗

— Angela Morrison

#heartbreak #love #rhythm #love

Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet," nodded Trudy sagely. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. ↗

— Alexandra Potter

#heartbreak #diet

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable? ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#heartbreak #raisa #dreams

Then I’m suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Mom’s death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to him, “Hey, Adrian?” “Yeah?” “Can you hold my hand the entire night?” My voice comes out as a quiet whisper. There’s a pause. I’m almost afraid to meet his eyes. Heartbeat picking up faster, his fingers interweave with mine and lace them together. I turn almost reflexively and I’m faced with his eyes—burning so green that it’s hard to look away. And for a second—one second, there is this feeling that flits in my chest, making my breath catch. Then his eyes close and I blink slowly—feeling as I’m in a dream-like trance. Then mine slide close too after a while of memorizing this moment, this moment of silent peacefulness. The gentle pressure of his hand holding mine coaxes me into sleep. This time, there’s only a soothing blankness. And we sleep just like that; backs curved together, my head folded in his chest. As we hold hands, I fall into the awaiting darkness. ↗

— L. Jayne

#distress #heartbreaking #death