“It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?”

“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.”

“You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid.
- That's what my head said. But my heart… My stupid heart… Her voice broke. It was singing.”

“So my heart finally broke. It was so long bent.
And it broke in three places when it finally went.
It wanted only to say what it meant.
So it suffered every punishment.”

“My heart broke open and history fell in.”

“My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.”

“I cried, all right. I sat there at my desk and I cried for her, for me, for both of us, for all of us. I can't remember hurting any more in my life than I did then. Hearts are tough, she said, most times hearts don't break, and I'm sure that's right … but what about then? What about who we were then? What about hearts in Atlantis?”

“It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.”

“He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in…”

“Oh, terrific," Dan muttered. "Just what we need. Another code! Why can't people just say what they mean? Why can't they say THE MAP IS IN THE DESK?”