To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.
To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
My heart was taken by you, broken by you and now it's in pieces because of you.
The worst feeling in the world is when you can't love anyone else because your heart still belongs to the one who broke it.
That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.
Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.