— I need a cure.
— What ails you, child?
— A broken heart.
— Ah! The most painful of afflictions.
... But the man l loved fell out of love with me. That broke my heart. And whenever the chance to be loved came along again, l ran away from it. l stopped trusting people. No offense, but that seems like sort of a dumb thing to do. l was afraid of getting my heart broken again. You see, sometimes you can trust a person, and then, when things are down, they forget about you.
Just because you broke up with her does not mean that your heart is not broken.
If the door is open it isn't theft.
You can't return to where you've never left.
Blossoms falling from a tree they cover you and cover me,
Symbols clashing, bibles smashing,
Paint the world you need to see.
Sometimes fear is the only place we can call home...
Cedarwood Road...
A heart that is broken -
Is a heart that is open.
Once a heart breaks... it doesn’t just grow back. It’s not a lizard’s tail. It’s more like a huge stained glass that shattered into a million pieces, and it’s not going back together. Least not the way it was. You can mush it all into one piece, but that doesn’t make it a window. That makes it a pile of broken colored glass. Shattered hearts don’t mend and they don’t heal. They just don’t work that way.