#heart

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#growth #heart #growth

Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars. ↗

— Violeta Parra

#stars

A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#heart #hurt #word #wound #child

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #london

At least I don't look like a Christmas tree." "You look like the star atop the tree. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#compliment #daemon #heartwarming #katy #sweet

And anything that might hurt me would just make me stronger in the end. ↗

— Elizabeth Eulberg

#lonely

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#solitude #sorrow #strong

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them. ↗

— Greta Garbo

#cheapen #heart #inside #joys #many

A woman has but two loves in life: the one who broke her heart and the one she spends the rest of her life with." - Carolyn Chase, former Broadcast Journalist and heroine Kate Theodore's mother ↗

— Liz Newman

#quotes-about-heartbreak #romance #women-s-fiction #women-s-strength #life

I don't know you. The only thing I know about you is, you're reading this. I don't know if your happy or not; I don't know whether you're young or not. I sort of hope you're young and sad. If you're old and happy, I can imagine that you'll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, Oh yes, i remember how that feels. But you can't, you smug old git. Oh you'll remember feeling sort of plesantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again? ↗

— Nick Hornby

#dreams