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.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by 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.[De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas.]
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.
Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another.[Bon, encore des lèvres qui disent une chose tandis que le cœur en pense une autre.]
You have to find a job that makes your heart feel big instead of one that makes it feel small.
Words can sometimes have a far greater effect on a heart than a kiss.
Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.[El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor. Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre tu corazón de pronto dispuso mi camino.]
