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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “Hearts are made to be broken.”
    Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

  • #2
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #3
    “The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

    We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

    We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

    We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

    These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

    These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

    Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

    Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

    Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

    Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.”
    Bob Moorehead, Words Aptly Spoken

  • #4
    Nick Hornby
    “People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.”
    Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

  • #5
    Anne Lamott
    “You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
    Anne Lamott

  • #6
    Stephen Chbosky
    “I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #7
    Pete Wentz
    “Here's to the kids.

    The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
    Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.
    Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
    Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.
    Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV...and blame MTV for ruining their life.
    Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.
    Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
    Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
    Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed.
    Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so.
    Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s).
    Here's to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don't care.
    Here's to the kids who speak their mind.
    Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
    Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.
    Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
    Here's to the kids.
    This one's not for the kids,
    who always get what they want,
    But for the ones who never had it at all.
    It's not for the ones who never got caught,
    But for the ones who always try and fall.
    This one's for the kids who didnt make it,
    We were the kids who never made it.
    The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.
    Not for the kids who had all their joys.
    This one's for the kids who never faked it.
    We're the kids who didn't make it.
    They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best,"
    And, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest"
    The only heart that I broke was mine,
    When I got My Hopes up too too high.
    We were the kids who didnt make it.
    We are the kids who never made it.”
    Pete Wentz

  • #8
    Albert Camus
    “Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.”
    Albert Camus

  • #9
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...”
    Elizabeth Gilbert

  • #10
    Charles Dickens
    “Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #11
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #12
    Jodi Picoult
    “After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.”
    Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls

  • #13
    Truman Capote
    “Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
    "She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
    "Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

  • #14
    Markus Zusak
    “I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #15
    Lemony Snicket
    “I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
    I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
    I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.
    I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #16
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

  • #17
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “It's still two human beings trying to get along, so it's going to be complicated. And love is always complicated. But humans must try to love each other, darling. We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #19
    J.R. Ward
    “As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

  • #20
    Gary Paulsen
    “Why do I read?
    I just can't help myself.
    I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
    and to be motivated.
    I read to understand things I've never
    been exposed to.
    I read when I'm crabby, when I've just
    said monumentally dumb things to the
    people I love.
    I read for strength to help me when I
    feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
    I read when I'm angry at the whole
    world.
    I read when everything is going right.
    I read to find hope.
    I read because I'm made up not just of
    skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
    and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm
    also made up of words.
    Words describe my thoughts and what's
    hidden in my heart.
    Words are alive--when I've found a
    story that I love, I read it again and
    again, like playing a favorite song
    over and over.
    Reading isn't passive--I enter the
    story with the characters, breathe
    their air, feel their frustrations,
    scream at them to stop when they're
    about to do something stupid, cry with
    them, laugh with them.
    Reading for me, is spending time with a
    friend.
    A book is a friend.
    You can never have too many.”
    Gary Paulsen, Shelf Life: Stories by the Book

  • #21
    Anne Lamott
    “And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”
    Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “You haven't broken his heart yet, have you?"
    "No," Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. "I haven't broken his heart at all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #23
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

  • #24
    Emily Brontë
    “You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #25
    Jim Henson
    “Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.”
    Miss Piggy

  • #26
    David Levithan
    “Love and I once had a great relationship, but I fear we've broken up. It cheated on me, wrecked my heart, and then went on to date other people. A lot of other people. And I can't stand to watch it, since love's going to cheat on them too.”
    David Levithan

  • #27
    “When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
    speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
    And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
    speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

    Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
    Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

    And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
    there will be an answer, let it be.
    For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
    there will be an answer. let it be.

    Let it be, let it be, .....

    And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
    shine until tomorrow, let it be.
    I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
    speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

    Let it be, let it be, .....”
    Paul McCartney

  • #28
    Scott Westerfeld
    “You're insane!" she shouted.
    "Pretty cool, huh?"
    "No!"Tally yelled. "Why didn't you tell me it was broken?"
    Shay shrugged. "More fun that way?"
    "More fun?" Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and...joy.
    "Well, kind of. But you suck!”
    Scott Westerfeld, Uglies

  • #29
    Charlotte Brontë
    “The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.”
    Charlotte Brontë

  • #30
    “I don't think anyone can give you advice when you've got a broken heart.”
    Britney Spears



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