#broke

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#broken-hearted #heartbreak #story

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#broken-heart #qhuinn #right

If you lose your purpose ... it's like you're broken. ↗

— Brian Selznick

#broken

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one. ↗

— Charlie Sheen

#heart #pretend #broken

They're so broke that they've actually cut essential services. In many places, they've cut policemen, because, who the fuck needs them? Or firemen, son of a bitch, it's much more fun watching something burn down. ↗

— Lewis Black

#budget #comedy #economy #fire #police

When people kill themselves, they think they're ending the pain, but all they're doing is passing it on to those they leave behind. ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#suicide #suicide

Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#ambition

...my soul bleeding tears of anguish ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#mac

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#broken-heart

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing? ↗

— J.R. Ward

#broken-heart