heartbreaking

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

The worst feelings are the warm, anxious burning that portends your heart breaking followed by the wave of numbness that asphyxiates your soul.

Finding out that you are not your lover__ only lover hurts, but not as much as discovering that you are the side chick _ or the side dick.

I didn't like it when he looked at me like that. I could never escape the feeling that i was being compared to someone else.

What you're saying," I clarify through clenched teeth, "is that call boys don't make it far in government.

What you are to me is the guy that I__e been madly in love with since sixth grade. You__e the guy I think about every night when I__ in bed by myself. You__e the one who doesn__ want me but insists on keeping me tied so close that I can__ have anyone else, who keeps one hand on my collar and the other hand up his girlfriend__ skirt. And I can__ do it anymore!_ ~ Jordy

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

Echo is my life. My life. I lover her. If there's a chance I can make her happy... If I can save what's between us... I'll do it, so fucking tell me!

The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces

River smiled sweetly at his tormentors and told them, "If you want to kick my ass, go ahead. Just explain to me why you're doing it."After a confused pause, one of the skinheads said, "Ah, you wouldn't be worth it.""We're all worth it, man," River said with a beatific smile. "We're all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.

Yet she lays out this family plan the way you__ say, __fter yoga, I__l go to Lia__ for the mani-special and then wax on about hairstyles and hemlines until dinner.__f I were gifted at making long-term plans, which by now we all know I__ not, and if I was at all hopeful, which we all know that I can never be, although it crosses my mind that it__ entirely possible these are all just huge, f*&king, temporary setbacks and nothing more, even though it__ been going on for over three years now, since Holly died, and I met Lincoln Presley. Events that could be construed as somehow inevitably related. Yes, perhaps there__ an expiration date on the said pursuit of unhappiness. Perhaps, things will eventually go my way after I actually discover what that way is supposed to be.

It was easier to not have to explain, anyway. To not have to tell him that though I'd freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha... I'd broken myself apart. And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.

And the snow that fell onto the roof in winter... it fell softly... softly... and it covered the house, the armchair, the books, the children's voices. It covered Anna and Abel, covered their parallel world, and everything was finally, very, very quiet.

Then I__ suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Mom__ death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to him, __ey, Adrian?___eah?___an you hold my hand the entire night?_ My voice comes out as a quiet whisper.There__ a pause. I__ almost afraid to meet his eyes. Heartbeat picking up faster, his fingers interweave with mine and lace them together. I turn almost reflexively and I__ faced with his eyes__urning so green that it__ hard to look away. And for a second__ne second, there is this feeling that flits in my chest, making my breath catch.Then his eyes close and I blink slowly__eeling as I__ in a dream-like trance. Then mine slide close too after a while of memorizing this moment, this moment of silent peacefulness.The gentle pressure of his hand holding mine coaxes me into sleep.This time, there__ only a soothing blankness. And we sleep just like that; backs curved together, my head folded in his chest. As we hold hands, I fall into the awaiting darkness.

Because this is Beth's fight, and that's what fathers do for their little girls,' he said.

Michael grew silent, his gaze softening as he looked from me to Will, and a dim light of hope flickered in my heart. __ou would mourn for h

oh, the heartbreakingly beautifultender weight of being human.