#hurts

Yes, things maybe forgotten,and may changing; but Why is it my heart remains? ↗

— Kent Ian N.Cny

#love-hurts #lovers-sadness #change

The loss of a loved one is like the loss of a part of oneself; an arm or a leg. At first, the pain is so physical that it is hard to ignore. The trauma is so intense that the mind finds it hard to cope with the loss. With time the pain eases, the body recovers and the brain figures out new ways to go on. ↗

— Federico Chini

#loss #love-hurts #pain #death

Do you know what that’s like?” Asher choked out, forcing himself to keep his feelings in check. “To be with someone who shines so brightly he’s all you can see? That’s how I feel when I’m with your brother. To me he’s… everything. ↗

— Cardeno C.

#romance #family

Poverty alleviation occurs when the power of Christ's resurrection reconciles our key relationships through the transformation of both individual lives and local, national, and international systems. ↗

— Brian Fikkert

#gospel-truth #humanity #poor-people #when-helping-hurts #freedom

Love is ecstacy and agony. Freedom and imprisonment. Belonging and loneliness. It is what keeps us together when life tears us apart. So, when you find that perfect man hold on tight and call me, so I can run over there and see what he looks like and laugh... Because he does not exist you sad perky little optimistic suckers. ↗

— Kate from Love and Sex movie

#freedom

There are many types of pain. The only one that aspirin won't help is a hurting heart. That's why there is alcohol. ↗

— Brian MacLearn

#heartache #lost-love #love-hurts #love

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions. ↗

— James Dashner

#love

i said i hate to see u.. and i turned back... to hide my tears ↗

— Surya Parthi

#love

I'm bad for you. I told you I will break you and I will. I wish I knew how not to. I can't. I'm sorry. You have to take me like this... ↗

— Mercy Cortez

#lonely #love-hurts #love

guido per le strade, ad un passo dal pianto, vergognandomi del mio sentimentalismo e del mio possibile amore. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#love