A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you.
I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
My heart breaks for him; my heart hardens against him.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
As a coal is revived by incense, so prayer revives the hopes of the heart.
You have to find a job that makes your heart feel big instead of one that makes it feel small.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?
