You find out what you are made of when you have a broken heart. If it happens early and often, all the better.

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

I don't want to break someone's heart, but you can't control that. A broken heart happens; that's inevitable.

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.

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?