
“The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.”
Source: Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
Source: The Midnight Heir
“The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.”
Source: Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The Aquarian Conspiracy (1980), Chapter Thirteen, The Whole- Earth Conspiracy
“Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.”
Source: House of Leaves
“Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken”
The Four Loves (1960)
Context: To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.