When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table breaks, or a picture fall of the wall, it makes noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent... and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
Interpretation
The pain of a broken heart is silent and deeply profound, unlike the physical sounds of breaking objects.
This quote reflects on the emotional pain of heartbreak, contrasting it with the physical sounds associated with broken objects. Ahern suggests that while tangible items make noise when they break, the anguish of a broken heart is often quiet and isolating, leading one to yearn for some external distraction from such deep sorrow.
In practice
In a support group for friends experiencing heartbreak.
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