“Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?”
“Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.”
“your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. keep fighting. keep loving”
“Sticks and stones and fists CAN break your bones, but it's the words that break your heart.”
“The heart under your heart is not the one you shareso readily so full of pleasantry & tendernessit is a single blackberry at the heart of a brambleor else some larger fruit heavy the size of a fist”
“It's strange how fear works. It suddenly stands at your shoulder, and slides its arm around you. Its fist closes on your heart.”