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 TiceMots clés love romance heartache
We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams.
Kate ChismanMots clés romance marriage relationships disappointment heartbreak relationship envy divorce heartache breaking-up young-love young-lovers relationships-love
Don't lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time.
Richelle E. GoodrichMots clés wounds hurt grief injury heartache sting richelle bruise richelle-goodrich lick-your-wounds
Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow, and grief.
Colleen HooverMots clés pain love romantic sorrow grief heartache sky-davis sky-and-dean
Lies and half-truths hurt not only the liar, but the people they love most.
Katherine AllredMots clés truth heartache alix
You promised me one night. I want you next to me tonight. We have the rest of our lives to be apart.
S.H. KoleeHe’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go.
Veronica RossiMots clés strength romance heartache composure
He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.
Phillip W. SimpsonMots clés love loss tears rapture heartache chapter-10
Psalm 37:4
4 Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Mots clés love peace god live book happy desire author heartache king bestseller rose blaque lanina lofpre
Growing up seems easier for men, maybe because their rites of passage are clearer. They perform acts of bravery on the battlefield or show they're men through physical labor or by making money. For women, it's more confusing. We have no rites of passage. Do we become women when a man first makes love to us? If so, why do we refer to it as a loss of virginity? Doesn't the word 'loss' imply that we are better off before? I abhor the idea that we become women only through the physical act of a man. No, I think we become women when we learn what is important in our lives, when we learn to give and to take with a loving heart.
Suzanne Elizabeth PhillipsMots clés love romance heartache just-imagine
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