“These words are razors to my wounded heart".”

“YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY HEART FOREVER!”

“His presence was somehow a balm on the open wound of my heart.”

“Words can wound, and wounds can heal.”

“A cut. That's what I felt. Words can cut, slice, like a razor.”

“My true-love hath my heart and I have his,By just exchange one for the other given:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;There never was a bargain better driven.His heart in me keeps me and him in one;My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:He loves my heart, for once it was his own;I cherish his because in me it bides.His heart his wound received from my sight;My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;For as from me on him his hurt did light,So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,My true-love hath my heart and I have his.”