I've never had my heart broken. It's a very sad state of affairs. I think everybody should have their heart broken. I don't think it says anything good about me at all.
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.
In true love there is no heart break. A broken heat means broken demands, broken expectations and broken hopes.
There is no pain quite like that of a broken heart. But a broken heart is an open heart. When we allow ourselves to be broken, a gentle transformation takes place.
You and I both know there's got to be some greater storyline for you than 'girl gets heart broken, was sad forever'. I think a nice one would be 'girl gets heart broken, was sad for a while but in her heartbreak she found freedom, friends, and the ability to look back and laugh at all she'd learned. She now lives her life on her own terms and still has fantastic hair.'
Every woman deserves a man that can make her heart forget that it was ever broken. Even if these have been broken to pieces to me,this represents a person who gave me a complete,flawless heart. I don't need someone who makes my heart whole. Instead, I need someone who will never let me feel broken. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
I think your heart needs to be broken, and broken open, at least once to have a heart at all or to have a heart for others.
Let me tell you something: You can live in a broken home, you can play with a broken toy, but you cannot love with a broken heart.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
Everybody knows something's broken in the world. But illogically, foolishly, we are looking for fixes from broken people with broken ideas in broken places.
And all over the world, the old literature, the popular literature, is the same. It consists of very dignified sorrow and very undignified fun. Its sad tales are of broken hearts; its happy tales are of broken heads.
This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people.
I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.
I've had my heart broken, and it's not fun. But I'd rather have my heart broken than break someone else's heart.
If it's a broken part, replace it. If it's a broken arm then brace it. If it's a broken heart, then face it.