Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had never been broken-hearted.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
Don't waste time trying to break a man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a brand new place.
It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.
A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?