It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

Had we never lov’d sae kindly, Had we never lov’d sae blindly, Never met — or never parted — we had never been broken-hearted.

It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

“You want me to act like we’ve never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we’ve never met , and I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I haven’t yet… You walk by, and I fall to pieces.”

“Just so you know, there’s a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, I guess I always will.”

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.