Неужели я разбила ваше сердце? Я не знала, что оно у вас есть. Разве я могла это знать?

Maybe hearts don't ever stop breaking once broken.

Very well, permit me, if you will, on this night. To break your hearts once more.

Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery... had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and knowledge of sweet delights, but from a distance I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.

I thought you understood where I'd lost what you call my heart at the time.

There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream — whatever that dream might be.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

We were so wholly one I had not thought
That we could die apart. I had not thought
That I could move, — and you be stiff and still!
That I could speak, — and you perforce be dumb!
I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof
In some firm fabric, woven in and out;
Your golden filaments in fair design
Across my duller fibre.

There are things you may know in your heart for a long while without admitting them to conscious awareness, until, unexpectedly, something triggers an inescapable realization.

"Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

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