Brian K. Vaughan Quotes

We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod, ready for the next arrow.

Our capacity for wholeheartednes s can never be greater than our willingness to be broken-hearted.

The reality, certainly in my life, is that we all have love stories that go terribly wrong; we all have horribly broken hearts. And somehow we endure. We're not destroyed by it.

I think in life everyone needs to be broken in some way.

Don't mind if I fall apart. There's more room in a broken heart.

Pleasures may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrows cannot break it. Hearts live by being wounded.

Nobody goes through life without having their heart broken and one day you'll wake up and it'll be okay.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

I've never had my heart broken. And I don't want to have my heart broken. I'm afraid of it. Even when I break someone else's heart, I'm really upset about it. And I'm not even feeling half of what they are.

If your heart is open it can never stay broken.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

I fix what's broken - except in the heart.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.

The art we need is the art of bearing the unbearable.

Better a broken heart than a hardened one.

You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from overkill... Choose whether to laugh or to cry. Menace and promise mingle in your eye. Wait, it's only a matter of time. You know everything will be fine... Rain falls down and the seas run high. When you're by my side we can rise above it. Let me dry all the tears inside. On your way you cannot hide from the howling wind and the roaring tide. You might get hurt but your fears will subside when you at last escape from the tears inside.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.