I guess you could write a good song if your heart hadn't been broken, but I don't know of anyone whose heart hasn't been broken.
Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.
Love: a grave mental disease.
The harder they hit, the more encouraged I get.
You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.
Hearts Live By Being Wounded
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
The heart was made to be broken.
Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended.