Victoria

“Heaven doesn't ignore cries of a broken heart.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.”
― John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose