The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt. . . and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.
I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol.
Love is a kind of warfare.
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.
I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.
Where there are laws, he who has not broken them need not tremble.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
Truth always originates in a minority of one, and every custom begins as a broken precedent.
If you're really listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold evermore wonders.
Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.
Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.
I was at the pinnacle of my career one day and the next day I was put out to pasture. I felt like a race horse with a broken leg.
When I had my sheep, I was happy, and I made those around me happy. People saw me coming and welcomed me, he thought. But now I'm sad and alone. I'm going to become bitter and distrustful of people because one person betrayed me. I'm going to hate those who have found their treasure because I never found mine. And I'm going to hold on to what little I have, because I'm too insignificant to conquer the world.
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.
Sooner or later a rider will emerge who will win more Tours. In every sport we have seen how the records eventually get broken and cycling is no exception.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.