“A broken heart is not a metaphor.And it sickens everyone in the room.”
“His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong”
“Great hearts can only be made by great troubles. The spade of trouble digs the reservoir of comfort deeper, and makes more room for consolation.”
“Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.”
“In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit....”