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

“He has the emotional capacity of a spatula.”
― 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

“No, they’re not. Scars mean you survived something terrible. There’s nothing ugly about that.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Don’t think you need to prove anything to anyone—even you. There’s no time limit on healing,”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“I inch backwards with my hands in my pockets, kind of wishing the storm would start up again, so maybe I could fall into that super low statistic of people who get struck by lightning.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“It’s almost as if her demons are interrogating mine and comparing notes.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Poor you with all of your support and fucking cheerleaders. Friends, family, strangers, all flocking to the sun. It must be such a burden.” “I’m not the sun. I’m just a shadow,” she grits out over her shoulder.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“You noticed my smile,” I explain. “And you don’t notice much of anything.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“Maybe he’s right. Maybe some people need the kind of honesty that sucker-punches you in the gut and steals your breath. The kind that enrages you. Offends you, even. Until you put aside your ego and truly listen.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“There’s nothing beautiful about pain and suffering. Anyone who thinks otherwise never truly experienced it.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“I thought maybe… maybe you could use a friend.” His frown deepens, his grip on the drill tightening. Tension rolls off him in waves. “I don’t need any friends. I like being alone.” “Do you? Or are you just more comfortable with it?”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“This is my fifth week. My parents enrolled me after I tried to hang myself inside my mother’s greenhouse. She always seemed to like it more than me, so it felt poetic somehow.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“You don’t look like you belong here.” “I don’t?” “No. You remind me of sunshine… it’s too cold for you here.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“If he’s undressing me, it’s not my clothes he’s peeling off. It’s everything else.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“He is cold now, and so am I. Today was supposed to be beautiful—a new beginning, a new chapter, a new year of dreams and possibilities. Our wedding anniversary. But now it’s just the day the sun died.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“But I’m the sun, and he’s the sky, and I don’t know how to exist without him. What happens to the sun when the sky falls?”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart

“We say it at the same time: “The sun only knows how to shine.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, The Wrong Heart