You find out what you are made of when you have a broken heart. If it happens early and often, all the better.
Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken your heart is.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters anymore. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream whatever that dream might be.