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'd rather have a broken arm than a broken 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.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

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.

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.