Isn’t that the greatest tragedy? When someone rejects us, no matter how they abuse our love, we hope against reason that somehow they will come back to us.
Suzanne Elizabeth AndersonTag: love tragedy heartbreak rejection
The things that are priceless to my heart carry no currency where we are going.
Suzanne Elizabeth AndersonTag: love heartbreak
But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away.
He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.
Tag: romance heartbreak
...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.
Gayle FormanTag: loss sadness depression heartbreak
When God gets us alone through suffering, heartbreak, temptation, disappointment, sickness, or by thwarted friendship - when He gets us absolutely alone, and we are totally speechless, unable to ask even one question, then He begins to teach us.
Oswald ChambersTag: suffering temptation heartbreak
I wish I believed him. He's looking at me like he can see where I begin.
Amy McNamaraTag: inspirational love grief heartbreak beautiful
I first got very thin after Ashley. I felt like my stomach was doing backflips - like my emotions had taken over and made me full.
Cheryl ColeTag: emotions heartbreak sick
It's the broken plans you have made that are the hardest to get over.
Cheryl ColeTag: heartbreak broken-plans
She remained silent. There was nothing left to say. He'd said it all the night before. He had to end it. He could never leave his wife. And, in fact, she had known this. Although she loved him - and truly she did - he wasn't hers. He belonged to his wife. She'd earned him. It didn't matter that he was her first love or that she was his passion. It didn't matter that they had loved one another for more than half their lives. It didn't matter that he had married his wife on the rebound. It didn't matter that he didn't love the woman. It didn't even matter that they had turned into some soap-opera cliche. He was married to someone else and that meant that she was leftovers and destined to remain on the periphery in the shadow of another woman's marriage. But no more. She was well and truly sick of it.
Anna McPartlinTag: heartbreak lost-love complications
Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.
Anna McPartlinTag: heartbreak lost-love first-love co
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