“What'd I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.”

“He was the bad boy type all right. The type my mother warned me about. the type you have a good time with, then forget about as you go home to live your boring life, while he moves on to the next skirt ready to give him the time of day.”

“I tell you thisto break your heart,by which I mean onlythat it break open and never close againto the rest of the world.”

“All I can tell you is this. Some hearts break from grief some from joy. Some even break from love. But hearts break because they are too small to contain the gifts life gives us. Your task will be to let your heart grow large enough not to break”

“Tell me"..."What'd you wanna hear?""That you want it ... I have to know you really need this from me. That you need it like I need it. 'Cause, Madonn', I need it really bad, and I'm scared to come at you if you're not there with me.”

“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.”