#hurts

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

However much you wanted someone to want you, there was nothing you could do to make it happen. Whatever you did for them, whatever you gave them, whatever you let them take, it could never be enough. Never enough to be sure. Never enough to satisfy them. Never enough to stop them walking away. Never enough to make them love you. ↗

— Manna Francis

#m-m-romance #the-administration #toreth-x-warrick #love

Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#deathless #hatred #honesty #ignorance #lies-lying-liars

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#relationships #love

You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my heart and yanked it from my body. Now I stand bewildered by the sight of my heart beating on the cold concrete floor. ↗

— Sonya Watson

#heartache #heartbreak #love-hurts #rainy-day-blues #love

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never yours to begin with. ↗

— Jack Engelhard

#love-hurts #lovers #romance-love #soulmate #love

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions. ↗

— James Dashner

#love

i said i hate to see u.. and i turned back... to hide my tears ↗

— Surya Parthi

#love

Willingness to possess is the beginning of..love hurts. ↗

— Toba Beta

#willingness-to-possess #love

We're on speaking terms today. I say, Maybe we should hang out with the boys, and you shake your head. I want to spend time with you, you say. If we're still good, next week maybe. That's the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you? ↗

— Junot Díaz

#love