#ear

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#heartache #hurt #love #memory #pain

It's only a heartache. It isn't a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins in hell. Am I allowed to feel pain at a breakup? When there is so much other shit going on in this world? Love is extremely serious. I don't think this is trivial. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love-loss #pain #love

He managed to find his way into my heart again and sabotage it from the inside. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#love #love

Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is. ↗

— Jonathan Goldstein

#voices #yelling #love

Love is my fire and essence. The bundles which is my self is gone. Love has entered my house. You do not see me. You see 'the beloved.' How then can love be torn from my heart? ↗

— Layla and Majnun as told by Diane Wolkstein

#fire #heart #house #loss #love

Better this way, what remained of his battered sensibilities told him. He was no good for her, anyway. She didn’t understand him. She didn’t understand that he was cursed. And, selfish as he was, he’d rather she hate him than he hate himself any more than he was already going to. Any more than he already did. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#heartbreak #love #romance #love

There is no fear in love; perfect love casts out all fear. ↗

— John

#love #perfect #love

Psalm 37:4 4 Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. ↗

— LaNina King

#bestseller #blaque #book #desire #god

The mighty trojans fell, and so did i. A wooden horse you were not, yet in a pool of my own blood i lie. Dawn follows every dusk, and all that rises - fall it must. So, my blood shall find its way and trickle down your eyes. The day your deeds of today, eventually make you cry. ↗

— Anurag Anand

#hurt #love #pain #suffering #love

We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier? ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#love #vulnerability #love