“Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.”

“But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?”

“... once something is shattered, it can never be put back together in its original shape. Undoubtedly some pieces are lost or fit into incorrect places. The whole will never be as strong as it was once before.”

“Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can break hearts.”

“Sticks and stones and fists CAN break your bones, but it's the words that break your heart.”

“She knew - she knew by now - that there really can be a person, one at least, that you can embrace as easily and wholly as though the two of you were one thing, a thing that once upon a time was broken into pieces and is now put back together. And how could she know this unless he knew it too? It was part of the wholeness, that he must; and that too she knew. With her he was for a moment whole, they were whole: as whole as an egg, and as fragile.”