“The pieces of my broken heart are so small thatthey could be passed through the eye of a needle.”

“Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle”

“...a small piece of silk. It was at once iridescent and delicate, and shone with a colour no Occidental could ever have conceived....I held it in my hands, allowing it to cascade from my fingers. It was shot through with so many strands of colour that every time it moved its appearance changed: moonlight, emeralds and pearls all passed through my hands. This cold chameleon so transformed itself that I could scarcely believe it was the same piece of cloth.”

“I looked up and met the saddest eyes I've ever seen. His eyes were like a hole that I fell into. I could see every emotion passing through his mind. I could see hope, yet the emotion that stood out the most, hurt led me to his his heart, his poor broken heart...”

“If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.”

“So like a bit of stone I lieUnder a broken tree.I could recover if I shriekedMy heart's agonyTo passing bird, but I am dumb.”