If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

To find out a heart she'd believed irrevocably broken had somewhere along the way been fixed.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like any unwilling animal that was well and truly caught, she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.