“The Heart Was Made To Be Broken.” —Oscar Wilde

That's for sure, Hearts and dreams are broken, fried, remade, rebuilt, the fallen to hopes response, to arise from the ashes. It's our resilience to not let defeat keep us down, we arise from our fallen ashes, broken dreams crushed hearts maybe many times in our lifetimes is a thought. Maybe its a decision, or a traffic accident or a person that hurts our feelings. Move on is a great decision.
 
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The Broken Heart
by John Donne

He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love's hands it come !
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;
They come to us, but us love draws ;
He swallows us and never chaws ;
By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die ;
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.
 
I'm always curious about context for what might have caused someone to write something. I don't know much about Oscar Wilde, so I looked it up.

This quote looks like it was written while Oscar Wilde was in prison doing hard labor for indecency for being with a gay man. It was said of his works at the time that he was quite bitter. The De Profundis are letters that he wrote while in prison to circumvent the rule that manuscripts couldn't be written in prison.

“Hearts are made to be broken.”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis​


Oscar Wilde’s De Profundis – one of the greatest love letters ever written

My take on the quote is that people are often disappointed by life and other people. I don't think it's necessary or desirable, despite it being a common experience. My biggest and earliest betrayal didn't bring a wealth of insight or goodness.
 
papa tiger said:
That's for sure, Hearts and dreams are broken, fried, remade, rebuilt, the fallen to hopes response, to arise from the ashes. It's our resilience to not let defeat keep us down, we arise from our fallen ashes, broken dreams crushed hearts maybe many times in our lifetimes is a thought. Maybe its a decision, or a traffic accident or a person that hurts our feelings. Move on is a great decision.
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The sentiments you share, are lovely. They strike me with similar quality of feeling I feel when listening to this powerful, moving song by:

Céline Dion - Ashes (from "Deadpool 2" Motion Picture Soundtrack)

 
Bella said:
The Broken Heart
by John Donne

He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love's hands it come !
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;
They come to us, but us love draws ;
He swallows us and never chaws ;
By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die ;
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.
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It’s been a long while since, my last reading of ‘The Broken Heart’ by Donne. “Thank you,” for posting.

Upon reflection, one truly senses the depth of love and loss, suffered.

“My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.”

One’s initial heart experience is rarely replicated as profoundly as that of one’s ‘first’ great love.
 
caramel said:
I'm always curious about context for what might have caused someone to write something. I don't know much about Oscar Wilde, so I looked it up.

This quote looks like it was written while Oscar Wilde was in prison doing hard labor for indecency for being with a gay man. It was said of his works at the time that he was quite bitter. The De Profundis are letters that he wrote while in prison to circumvent the rule that manuscripts couldn't be written in prison.

“Hearts are made to be broken.”​

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis​


Oscar Wilde’s De Profundis – one of the greatest love letters ever written

My take on the quote is that people are often disappointed by life and other people. I don't think it's necessary or desirable, despite it being a common experience. My biggest and earliest betrayal didn't bring a wealth of insight or goodness.
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Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.
—Arthur Miller
 
❤️ "The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?
I the Lord search the heart and examine the mind to reward each person according to their conduct and according to what their deeds deserve"...Jeremiah 17:9-10
 
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I have a theory/ mottto that I go by.

"If you live long enough, sh!t is gonna happen."

A broken heart will inevitably come with age...looking back on losing loved ones...etc.
 
MarkD said:
While love is grand and a broken heart is a real blow, a broken heart restored can be an improvement. What doesn’t kill us makes us better sometimes.
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I think semantics may come into this, too... what one person would call a "broken heart" is like a few months of sadness while for another person, a "broken heart" may devastate them for the rest of life to where they will never feel whole again. 💔
 

The Flower​

George Herbert1593 –
1633

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are Thy returns! ev’n as the flow’rs in Spring,
To which, besides their own demean
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring;
Grief melts away
Like snow in May,
As if there were no such cold thing.

Who would have thought my shrivel’d heart
Could have recover’d greennesse? It was gone
Quite under ground; as flow’rs depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
Where they together
All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.

These are Thy wonders, Lord of power,
Killing and quickning, bringing down to Hell
And up to Heaven in an houre;
Making a chiming of a passing-bell.
We say amisse
This or that is;
Thy word is all, if we could spell.

O that I once past changing were,
Fast in Thy Paradise, where no flower can wither;
Many a Spring I shoot up fair,
Offring at Heav’n, growing and groning thither,
Nor doth my flower
Want a Spring-showre,
My sinnes and I joyning together.

But while I grow in a straight line,
Still upwards bent, as if Heav’n were mine own,
Thy anger comes, and I decline:
What frost to that? what pole is not the zone
Where all things burn,
When Thou dost turn,
And the least frown of Thine is shown?

And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing: O, my onely Light,
It cannot be
That I am he
On whom Thy tempests fell all night.

These are Thy wonders, Lord of love,
To make us see we are but flow’rs that glide;
Which when we once can find and prove,
Thou hast a garden for us where to bide.
Who would be more,
Swelling through store,
Forfeit their Paradise by their pride.
 

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