By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
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.
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
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?