“Oh, I wouldn t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”
“Hearts are made to be broken.”
“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”
“To douchebags! he said, gesturing to Brad. And to girls that break your heart, he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”
“Was it hard? I ask. Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn t real.”
“Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you d been before the fall.”
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
“The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...”
“We re staying together, he promised. You re not getting away from me. Never again.”
“Someday you re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...”
“I took a chance, I took a shot And you may think I’m bullet-proof, but I’m not. You took a swing, I took it hard. And down here from the ground I see who you are”
“Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”
“Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don t.”
“Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal”
“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”
“You teach me now how cruel you ve been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they ll blight you - they ll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?”