Perhaps there can be no thanks nor any blame, but only recognition of the forces that brought us and bound us to our inevitable fates.

Let me love you, he saidI want to mould that broken heart,To feel the pain the others before I have caused,Walk down the darkness that you walked through,Understand how something so broken can be so beautiful,I need to understand how you manifested.

She wasn__ his kind of woman, and she didn__ want to fall in love with a man who would break her heart like a Dorito.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

You can't sweep something broken into a bag and call it whole. It takes repair.

A Broken Record can still play the best soundtrack. Broken can be beautiful when you allow God work on you.