#heartache

There is enough heartache and sorrow in this life without our adding to it through our own stubbornness, bitterness, and resentment. ↗

— Dieter F. Uchdorf

#heartache #resentment #stubbornness #life

My swimming cap was really sprouting leaks these days. The thing is, you could patch over the holes, but it would never be the same. Like my love life. ↗

— Helen Salter

#helen-salter #thatsaquote #life

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t. ↗

— Moira Young

#laine-s-fave #heartache

When you leave, weary of me, without a word I shall gently let you go. ↗

— Kim Sowol

#heartache #heartbreak #korean-poetry #letting-go #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 belongs to you, whether you ask for it or not. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#goodbye #heartache #love #waiting #love

I think L.A.'s terrific. You fly an hour and a half and you're in the mountains in three feet of powder. I also think it's a much better city if you're working as an actor. If you're not working and you don't see your dreams coming true, there can be a lot of heartache. ↗

— Scott Patterson

#also #better #city #coming #dreams

Every adversity, every failure, and every heartache, carries with it the Seed of an equivalent or greater Benefit. ↗

— Napolean Hill

#benefit #carries #equivalent #every #failure

Every test, every trial, every heartache that's been significant, I can turn it over and see how God has turned it into good no matter what. ↗

— Charles Stanley

#every #god #good #heartache #how

Sunlight’s warmth on my face awoke me in the morning. I didn’t remember falling asleep or how I came to be in my own bed. But I did recall nightmares featuring Gwen. Awful nightmares that shared the same fatal ending. I turned my head to stare out an open window. The sun shone in full splendor outside, bleaching a clear sky enough to tell it was going to be a beautiful spring day. The air smelled of rain from overnight showers, mixed with a strong floral scent. A large lilac bush below my window was responsible for the perfume. I breathed in the clean and fragrant air. My eyelids fluttered, blinking at a stunning reflection of daylight off the glass. The pale blue sky beyond gave an exquisite glow to my room. All of it invited the soul to bask in a new day. But not me. None of that mattered to me. The world might as well come to a dark and ugly end. I saw no reason for beauty or life to go on so long as Gwen was lost. Rolling over in bed, I felt the vice grips wrench at my heart again as I cried myself back to sleep. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gwen #heartache #loss #mourning #richelle

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended- what you did wrong or could have done differently- but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry? ↗

— Jess Rothenberg

#heartbreak #love #change