Jennifer Donnelly Quotes

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

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

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

War is like love; it always finds a way.

If you really love music, people can tell if you love music. You have to just stick with it.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

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.

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

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

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

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

my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and waiting for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.

Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.