“Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?""Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.”
“...the dearer a book was to my heart, the more battered and bruised it became.”
“Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.”
“Thank God, I say, for while I love you so, With that vast love, as passionate as tender, I feel an exultation as I know I have not made you a complete surrender. Here is my body; bruise it, if you will, And break my heart; I have that something still. You cannot grasp it”
“Problems of the heart always bruised the soul.”
“But my hands are in the right place.""Heart," I corrected. "Your heart's in the right place.""Yeah, but my hands are in an even better place."And so they were.”