Jerks aren't heartbreakers there just fools with good taste.

It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.

He wouldn't let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.

When he told me he no longer loved me, I fell to my knees.

I'm just trying to outrun a broken heart, which is nothing to sneeze at, for a broken heart breaks a person.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.