I like people and I like them to like me but I wear my heart where God put it — on the inside.
I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.
I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is almost indestructible.
How feeble is all language to describe the horrors we inflict upon these wretches, whom we mason up in the cells of our prisons, and condemn to perpetual solitude in the very heart of our population.
Home Is Where the Heart Is.
Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Hearts of oak are our men, stainless steel are their bums. It builds the national character.
Hearts don’t really break. If only they could.
Hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.
Hearts are tough. Most times they don’t break. Most times they only bend.[to Pete]
Hearts are like horses. They come and they go against bit or spur.
