It's hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.

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.

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

You may have a broken heart, but you may find someone else.

I love the way you refuse my love.

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.