I forgot that love existed, troubled in my mind. Heartache after heartache, worried all the time. I forgot that love existed Then I saw the light Everyone around me make everything alright.
You're going to be buying your ticket with your heartache, you're gonna be payin' the man with your dues. You're gonna be living alone when you hear that whistle moan, you're gonna be learnin' to live with the blues.
You'd be surprised to know how many heartaches, how many bitter disappointments, how many disasters that seem final when they come, we learn to survive and in time even to forget.
Belief transcends ritual, structure and societal expectation. It is an enlivening, intensely personal core to our being. Our way of being.
There is no physical pain, no spiritual wound, no anguish of soul or heartache, no infirmity or weakness you or I ever confront in mortality that the Savior did not experience first. In a moment of weakness we may cry out, 'No one knows what it is like. No one understands. ' But the Son of God perfectly knows and understands, for He has felt and borne our individual burdens.
What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?
Through tears and trials, through fears and sorrows, through the heartache and loneliness of losing loved ones, there is assurance that life is everlasting. Our Lord and Savior is the living witness that such is so.
We can't protect ourselves from pain and heartache. In fact, to love - fully, madly, deeply - is the ensure heartache some day.
Making music has been connected to one of my greatest heartaches, because my own music has never quite connected with audiences. But it was this heartache that pushed me to explore other artistic avenues, like writing and filmmaking, and I ultimately feel most at home in a multidisciplinary environment.
Lovers have heartaches That can't be cured by drugs Or sleep, Or games, But only by seeing their beloved.
Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it's the place where we find the deepest heartache.
We can't protect ourselves from pain and heartache.
Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation.
To fall in love with someone who does not love you back, is the cruelest, most unforgiving heartache I have ever experienced.
Hope is a decision we make, a choice to believe that God can take the adversity, the disappointment, the heartache, and the pain of our journeys and use these to accomplish his purposes.
The greatest virtue of man is perhaps curiosity.
Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.
I wished that I. . . had no savvy at all. No savvy to cause me heartache. No savvy to make me hope, and then leave me useless.
Those who will repent and forsake sin will find that His merciful arm is outstretched still. Those who listen to and heed His words and the words of His chosen servants will find peace and understanding even in the midst of great heartache and sorrow. The result of His sacrifice is to free us from the effects of sin, that all may have guilt erased and feel hope.
Every time you see him, you only make yourself vulnerable to further heartache. Do you really need further proof that he's getting on with his life without you?