heart-ache

Longing, whether for a passion or person, is one of the most powerful, yet painful, emotions there is. It can drive you to its source under the most extreme conditions, or it can cripple you from obtaining your dreams. When it comes to the pull you feel, always go after it, if not, it'll eat you alive.

Anyone? On Snow's visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. "Convince me," Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta's life in limbo, I finally did. And In doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.

I have found no other cure for loneliness than to befriend it.

I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.

Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?

Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.

This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit's hard to remember afterwards,

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

Years of love, followed by heartache. Those are the years that define me.Those are the years that know_ love__ eternity is you.

Love brought its tail of pains,its long static beam of thorns,and we close our eyes so that nothing,so that no wound will separate us.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking up." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Some people just live out their whole lives with some sort of ache in their heart they never resolve.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

I was a fool. I should have grabbed him when I could have had him all to myself, snatched him up like a ripe mango at the market. But how was I to know that this was what love felt like?

I need to learn to stay away from those who want to steal my heart and replace it with steel.