Even death has a heart
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.
Charles Bukowski, "legs, hips and behind," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Charles Bukowski, Love is a dog from hell
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear
-Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (Platinum Fiction Series)
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor People
-Charles Bukowski, "cancer," from Come On In!