Mary Kay Andrews
Mary Kay Andrews

The best way to heal a broken heart, it turns out, is to find a way to move past the hurt.

Matthew Ramsey
Matthew Ramsey

There's no such thing as a broken heart, and there's no such thing as a Sasquatch.

Phyllis Battelle
Phyllis Battelle

A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later, when you see the guy in an elevator and he is fat and smoking a cigar and saying long-time-no-see.

Shawn Mendes
Shawn Mendes

I think my all time favourite song would be between 'Slow Dancing in a Burning Room' and 'Dreaming with a Broken Heart' by John Mayer.

Tamsin Greig
Tamsin Greig

I am interested in shows that are not out-and-out gag fests: you see the truth of a broken heart behind them. That is what life is like: it's really funny, you see funny things as soon as you step out of the room, but underneath that is a whole bag of broken hearts. It's that real pain and that real hilarity that makes life so intriguing.

Yungblud
Yungblud

The broken heart on my right finger represents me before I figured out who I was, and the full heart on my left is because I'm left-handed, I use that to write my music, and my music helped me obtain my direction in life.

No Strings Attached
No Strings Attached

Emma: The height difference! When we stand next to each other it looks like he's kidnapping me.
Patrice: You always do this. You always find something wrong with everybody who likes you. And I date guys who have real problems. I date guys who steal my credit card and then they tell me it's my fault because I left it out. You find these perfect guys and then

you're like, it will never work he's too happy.
Emma: What's up, Dr. Metzner!
[shocked]
Emma: Did I just say what's up to Steven Metzner?
Patrice: That was really hard to watch.
Emma: Look I know I'm supposed to want to be in a relationship, but I just end up with a broken heart and a bunch of

his old t-shirts.

A Knight's Tale
A Knight's Tale

William: It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of

beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.