#heartache

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

I dont know where you have to go, or what you have to do. but i'll wait for you John. Every beat of my heart belong s to you, whether you ask for it or not. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#goodbye #heartache #love #waiting #love

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders? ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#broken-heart #heart #heartache #heartbreak #pills

He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul ↗

— E.L. James

#heartache #home #temptation #temptation

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

— Juliet Marillier

#heartache

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#heart-ache #hurt #untold-things #heartache

I am done slowing down, giving people their time and space, letting them explore their options. ↗

— Marla Miniano

#heartache

If we never have headaches through rebuking our children, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up. ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#heartache

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#loss #heartache

I pray one prayer, I repeat it till my tongue stiffens. Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you, haunt me, then!... Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#life