Kate DiCamillo Quotes

There are hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

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

somehow we have overlooked the fact this treasured called the heart can also be broken, has been broken, and now lies in pieces down under the surface. When it comes to habits we cannot quit or patterns we cannot stop, anger that flies out of nowhere, fears we cannot overcome, or weaknesses we hate to admit--much of what troubles us comes out of the broken places in our hearts crying out for relief. Jesus speaks as if we are all brokenhearted. We would do well to trust His perspective on this.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

I've got tooth marks on my heart.

The best way to heal a broken heart, it turns out, is to find a way to move past the hurt.

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.

A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ.

My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends?

Everyone has the heartbreak that shapes them in a way that they could never go back to the innocence that they had before.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

When a man is hit by Friendly Fire, his blood pressure lowers and his morale sinks. I have been hit by Friendly Fire in my heart. Sighs spill from my body instead of blood.

To have your heart in pieces while every other aspect of your life couldn't go better is a traumatic experience. In appearance, life is fine. But as you put your day in focus, everything turns grey. What happened made me realise that complete, absolute happiness doesn't exist.

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

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.

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.

You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.

Oh hearts! Nobody gets through life without a broken heart. The important thing is to break the heart so that when it mends it will be stronger than before.

Then you must say to her, 'Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you.

There is no pain like the first time you get your heart broken.

Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.