“I know you don't want this, Katsa. But I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I'm afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you'll... oh, I don't know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me," he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His face dropping into his hands. "I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop.” KnowsWantHeartMadeSaidI CanMomentsHelpingHandsEyeFacesLostWishVoiceFireWorstLove YouCryMy HeartDearRefuseHis EyesDespiseDroppingKatsaGraceling Book:Graceling Source: Graceling
“I loved you!” he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. “I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me!” The change in his features also caught me by surprise. His voice filled the room. So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian. He strode toward me, hand clasped over his chest. “I. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time.” WellsHeartWholeHandsMightUsedVoiceRoomsGriefSawsMy HeartFilledSurpriseCaughtDestroyedFeaturesChairsChestsUsualRippedI Loved You Author:Richelle Mead
“Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated—it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.” ThinkingKnowsHeartMeanStillsI CanHandsHateCan DoHurtGoes OnMy HeartEgoI HateKillingSorryMake SenseIt HurtsCheatedMake You SmileShreddingNothing Makes SenseYou Cheated Author:Rachel Vincent
“Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.” HeartLongHandsUsedHouseWaitingDarkSleepBreakMorningDoorsStreetsMy HeartBeatsRainNoiseGuiltyFar AwayBlankCreepsBegin AgainGhastly Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted into my hair and held my face securely to his. And though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn't stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.” HeartBodyHandsFacesLinesHairColdMy HeartKissingCrossesLipsCarefulUsualTwistedUrgentCrushedCautiousQuilts Author:Stephenie Meyer
“I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.” HeartDoePlayHandsHurtForgetMy HeartStringsNailsRipFingertips Book:Revolution Source: Revolution
“Then, Éowyn of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair and bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back.” IfsWorldHeartMayStillsHandsBeautifulFacesFallLeftDarknessSunFlowerMy HeartShadowFairsWingsShiningLovelyHillsEaseOur WorldValleysMaidensSorrowfulYou Are BeautifulGondorRohan Author:J. R. R. Tolkien