quote by Matt    Chandler

If you’re a church person and not a Jesus person, my heart hurts for you. It’s like being engaged and never getting married. It’s miserable.

— Matt Chandler

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My heart hurts quote It's better to cry than to be angry; because anger hurts others, while tears flo

It's better to cry than to be angry; because anger hurts others, while tears flow silently through the soul and cleanses the heart.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

My heart is hurting so bad no one can make me believe this is real Father God I pray that you send clarity over this cause I just don't understand My heart hurts it's broken no one can convince me that this is real.... Prayer warriors please pray real hard for his only child, his daughter and family.

My heart hurts quote Nothing hurts a good soul and kind heart more than to live amongst people who ca

Nothing hurts a good soul and kind heart more than to live amongst people who can't understand it.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Empathy feels these thoughts; your hurt is in my heart, your loss is in my prayers, your sorrow is in my soul, and your tears are in my eyes.

My heart gets very tender when it comes to playing someone who has wronged someone else. I almost feel like it's easier for me to play having been wronged than it is to actually feel like you had an active part in hurting someone.

My heart hurts quote Do not hurt anyone with your speech, for the divine dwells in every heart.

Do not hurt anyone with your speech, for the divine dwells in every heart.

I recognize that by saying that I'm deeply sorry, it might not be enough and sufficient to address the pain and the hurt that I have caused you. Therefore, I want to ask for your forgiveness for my actions, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

My heart is to help hurting people. I teach people God's Word so they can overcome their problems and avoid some of the tough lessons I had to learn.

Grief, unresisted, is grace. It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't mean it doesn't rip your heart out....In great grief, there's an incredible love in it. In love there's a tinge of bitter. In true love. My teacher used to say 'all love is bittersweet'. All things experienced fully, reveal their opposite.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.

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

I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it hurts today.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

I hate the moment when suddenly my anger turns into tears

It would be fun to go back and see where all my songs stopped, because I think I'd have every number in the top 100. It never ceases to amaze me. It still hurts when one doesn't work, because you put your heart and soul into it.

I was numb and I had lots of swollen lymph nodes, my heart was hurting and I had blood clots in my arm and leg.

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

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists.

I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed by the TV, I felt empty and hungry. My heart hurt... I often felt hollow or as if I were some kind of wispy ghost, barely existing.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

I have struggled with perfectionism and I think it's a really damaging thing in my own life. When we put that perfectionism on someone else, it just hurts relationships whereas grace and trusting someone else's heart is a really, really incredible and important part of any relationship.

I've died 3 times, I've been shot in the back, stabbed once in my arm, stabbed 2 times in my back, run over by a truck, been poisoned, broke both of my arms, nose (3 times broken), ribs, both legs, but a broken heart hurt me the most.

It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine;

For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves.

The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

My heart beats so hard it hurts, and I can't scream and I can't breathe, but I also feel everything, every vein and every fiber, every bone and every nerve, all awake and buzzing in my body as if charged with electricity. I am pure adrenaline.

I prayed for riches and achieved success, All that I touched turned into gold.

Alas!My cares were greater, and my peace was lessWhen that wish came to pass. I prayed for glory; and heard my nameSung by sweet children and by hoary men.But ah! the hurts, the hurts that came with fame!I was not happy then. I prayed for love, and had my soul's desire,Through quivering heart and body and through brainThere swept the flame of its devouring fire;And there the scars remain. I prayed for a contented mind. At length Great light upon my darkened spirit burst,Great peace fell on me, also, and great strength.Oh! had that prayer been first!

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

I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else.

My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.

Falling in love for the first time, and then the heartbreak of having it end, is difficult, but I don't think it would ever hurt as much as when my mother was killed in the boating accident. I feel a part of my heart has already been broken, and that place is reserved for mother.

I'll never let you see, the way my broken heart is hurting me, I've got my pride and know how to hide all my sorrow and pain, I'll do my crying in the rain.

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.

They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow;

And time could heal a hurt, they said, And time could dim a vow. And they were pitiful and mild Who whispered to me then; The heart that breaks in April, child; Will mend in May again. Oh, many a mended heart they knew; So old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do To come to me with lies! Who flings me silly talk of May Shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

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