#heartache

There's a lot of heartache because you don't always win. You need loads of determination. ↗

— Pat Cash

#because #determination #heartache #loads #lot

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

I'm not some possession." I pushed at his chest once more. "No, you're not." His mouth returned to mine. "You are my wife." I continued to struggle with the mass of him. He pulled his head back. "You're the only woman I've loved since I lost my mother and sister." His eyes intent on mine. Torn by my anger and his admission, I stopped protesting. His mouth moved against my neck and his body pressed into mine. "I have loved you for so long. ↗

— Saewod Tice

#love #romance #anger

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

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#heartache #memories #death

Jealousy is an ugly thing. It makes you hate someone that you barely know. And to make it worst, you're the one who gets hurt, not that 'Someone'. ↗

— Nurilla Iryani

#romance-love-heartache #jealousy

The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#love #romance #life

Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it ↗

— David Nicholls

#today

Ah, hell. His peripheral vision was working far too well tonight. His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-the-ass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad. Not that Qhuinn was bitter. Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed. Nah. Nope. Not at all. The Cocksucker- With a wince, he thought maybe he should switch that insult to something a little farther away from what the two of them ... God, he couldn't even go there. Not if he wanted to breathe. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#heartache #quinn #vision

The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #love