Jenny Downham Quotes

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

Well in case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees These foolish games are tearing me apart Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart You're breaking my heart

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

I love everything about you that hurts.

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

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

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Of all the ways we have found to hurt ourselves, the worse has been through love. We are always suffering because of someone who doesn't love us, or someone who has left us, or someone who won't leave us. If we are alone, it is because no one wants us.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me young love murder, that is what this must be I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me

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

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

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

He wanted this someone to see how much he hurt.

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.

Romantic love is painful.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Despair is part of love.

You're tearin' my guts out, Claire.