Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

Nothing helps a broken heart like having someone wonderful give you theirs.

Part of me aches to touch her now that she's so close. But the other part, the logical part, wants to coast myself in Teflon, because I know that her being here, no matter what her reasons, is going to seriously fuck with my world.

I have wandered far to find love, I have found love but it didn't go far, I have broken a few hearts, I had mine broken too by someone.

Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between hate and love. Both come from the heart. You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.