The Wrong Heart Quotes

“All broken things can be fixed. The hard part is deciding that they’re worth fixing.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“To lose is to have loved.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“You didn’t fail me—you made a mistake. Mistakes make us human. Mistakes have the potential to mold us into better, stronger people.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“This is new for me, but it’s new for her, too. We are both two broken souls, fractured in opposite ways. She loved and lost… And I was lost before I could ever love at all.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Awesome. I’m fucking soaked and miserable, my dick is acting up, and now we’re having conversations.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“It must feel really good to have someone look at you like that—like they’re seeing you for the first time, every time, and they’re amazed all over again.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“The right words are easy when they come from an unselfish place.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“I’m Charlie’s sun, and I’m Parker’s moon. I can be both. I’m an eclipse.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“It’s all about finding the balance—cherishing his memory and carrying those precious moments with me, while not allowing them to sink me and swallow me whole.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“All I know is that I’m envious of both of them in this moment. I’m goddamn jealous of their loss. To lose is to have loved. It’s when we have nothing left to lose that we truly know suffering.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“The loudest love is wordless.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“But what I've learned about broken things is that they can always be put back together. It's just a matter of how much time you're willing to put into making the pieces fit. How much patience. How much diligence.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Grief is a mechanical bull. You can hold on as tight as you can with white-knuckled fists, clenched teeth, and tears biting at your eyes, but you’re destined to lose your grip. You’re going to get thrown. And when you hit the ground, it’s going to hurt like hell. People will try to help you up, tell you it’s okay, encourage you to hop back on and try again. So, you’ll try again, expecting a different result, or at the very least, hope that you can hold on a little tighter this time—stay on a little longer. But you’ll still get thrown. And it will still hurt. I think the key to healing is accepting that your grief isn’t going anywhere, then getting back on the bull anyway. One day, you’ll start to enjoy the ride more than you’ll fear the anticipation of the inevitable fall. I can’t wait for that day.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“I remember every goddamn inch of you, Melody, and you sure as hell didn’t feel like his girl.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Grief is a mechanical bull. You can hold on as tight as you can with white-knuckled fists, clenched teeth, and tears biting at your eyes, but you’re destined to lose your grip. You’re going to get thrown. And when you hit the ground, it’s going to hurt like hell. People will try to help you up, tell you it’s okay, encourage you to hop back on and try again.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“He looks at you like he’s never seen anything like you before. Almost as if you’re one of those sacred relics perched behind tempered glass at a museum or a gallery, far too precious to touch. People stare in wonder, awestruck and tongue-tied, trying to unravel its mysteries, trying to imagine the rich history and compelling stories that hide behind the pretty exterior.” She sighs, her umber eyes glazing over with a sense of magic. “It must feel really good to have someone look at you like that—like they’re seeing you for the first time, every time, and they’re amazed all over again.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“She loved and lost… And I was lost before I could ever love at all.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Out of all the flowers in the world, why did he love daylilies so much? Their beauty was so short-lived. I asked him once—why he loved them, why he enjoyed temporary things. His reply has always stayed with me: “Fleeting beauty is the most precious kind. You appreciate it more.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“The dark is the very best secret-keeper. The things we say in the dark never have to leave it.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Why did you come?” “Why did you call me?” I’ll reckon she called, and I came, for the same reason our eyes always seem to find one another’s, even when there’s a dozen other people in the room—”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“But what I’ve learned about broken things is that they can always be put back together. It’s just a matter of how much time you’re willing to put into making the pieces fit. How much patience. How much diligence.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“It must be the cupcakes. She laced them with her happy sunshine juice.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“The loudest love is wordless”
― jennifer hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“But I suppose grief doesn’t take age into consideration—it just takes what it wants when it wants it. Grief is the most selfish thing in this world.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“You said I look at you like I’m trying to fix you,” she says softly, her eyes scanning my face, searching for a crack. A hole. A way in. “You look at me like you’re trying to break me.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“August is the worst month. The sun is way too bright, fuck rum, mosquitoes are literally plotting their apocalyptic reign over humanity, and it’s hotter than Satan’s ball sack.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Fall has always been my favorite season, and August is kind of like a prelude to colorful leaves, apple cider, and bonfires. Plus, my birthday is in August… which also happens to be National Rum Day, so it all makes sense.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“To lose is to have loved. It’s when we have nothing left to lose that we truly know suffering.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“How is Dad? I need to stop by for dinner. I’ve been so busy.” “He’s good. Still overfeeding the dog. Still pissing off Mom.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Have a nice night, Peaches.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart