heartsore

Therein lies the heartsore luminosity of Chilean director Maite Alberdi’s Oscar-nominated documentary “The Eternal Memory,” which chronicles their unconditional adoration for one another amid his illness.

I was so thrilled, and, of course, heartsore, but joy overwhelmed the sadness.

She’s a creamy-toned, jazz-tinged singer and a heartsore but resilient lyricist, grounded in classic verse-chorus-bridge songwriting.

She has since tried to reset her campaign by committing to protect the rights of everyone to live and love without fear or harassment, describing herself as "heartsore" at the hurt some of her comments have caused.

It’s a lonely, heartsore place where the men drink and the women hide their bruises; where there is “less and less work and more and more drugs.”