“And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.”
“I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.”
“I know in my heart that man is good, that what is right will always eventually triumph, and there is purpose and worth to each and every life.”
“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.”
“but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”
“My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.”