That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely — Anna Jae
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely — Anna Jae
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely — Anna Jae
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely — Anna Jae
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely — Anna Jae
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That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.

— Anna Jae
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More “Broken heart” Quotes

Vitamin E, get much sleep, drink much water, travel to a place far away...meditate and teach your heart that this is des — Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
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She silenced her pain this time and listened to his. — Aliyyah Eniath, The Yard
Everything is just giving me enough air to get to the next day without you. I never stopped being yours.”He dropped his — Penelope Douglas, Aflame
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Broken hearts made faults and fools of us all. — Natalia Jaster, Trick
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It was a miserable thing, to be responsible for breaking your own heart. — Clifford Riley, Crushed
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