Heartache wasn't my intention... love was.

Scars mean you fought. Wrinkles mean you lived. Heartache means you loved.

Lust makes you weak, passion makes you strong, love makes you brave, and heartache makes you wise.

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

People maybe smiling but look to the eyes because they can’t hide the sorrow, pain, and heartache they're trying to hide behind their smile.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'.

You believe the sun will reappear after a stormy day, so why is it so hard to believe, you'll experience happiness after every heartache.

A feistiness of spirit girds us in the most treacherous of moments. A metamorphosis of spirit often occurs after a person conscientiously surveys the resultant outcome of surviving a momentous ordeal and they transfigure personal heartache into a magnanimous manner of living in a just and righteous manner.

Even in silence a heart can scream.