I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken.I'm gonna say it like it's never been spoken.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.

The heart was made to be broken.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

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. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

The heart finds hard to forget when it was broken and scarred.