My heart is not ready to feel real love again. It is too fragile for now the doors to my heart are sealed but there always a window.

I have to accept that he cheated on me , that he broke my heart , that life goes on , and I have to keep living in it.

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

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.

I always say you have to be willing to get your heart broken.

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?