Jeaniene Frost Quotes

Have you ever experienced a pain so sharp in your heart that it's all you can do to take a breath? It's a pain you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy; you wouldn't want to pass it on to anyone else for fear he or she might not be able to bear it. It's the pain of being betrayed by a person with whom you've fallen in love. It's not as serious as death, but it feels a whole lot like it, and as I've come to learn, pain is pain any way you slice it.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

I've been hurt quite a few times.

You know, I think anybody who has been in relationships has access to heartbreak - I don't think we have to go far to find it, whether we inflicted the heartbreak or whether we were the recipient of it.

I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

I'm a woman who has gone through many heartaches, enough to dedicate my whole life to trying to figure them out.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

Because I've been on the receiving end of infidelity, I know how much it hurts.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

There were times when close people… Some of my closest friends have left me. People hurt me, so everything fell apart. I didn't feel like I had anyone on my side or anyone who could understand me. So that's why I completely fell apart.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

They tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat.

You took a poison arrow and you aimed it at my heart. It's heavy and it's bitter, and it's tearing me apart.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

I felt my heart breaking all over again. Why? Why had this happened to us? Why was the universe so cruel?

Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth.

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.