He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
Hatred comes from the heart, contempt from the head; and neither feeling is quite within our control.
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words…
Even death has a heart.
Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once. The rest is just scratches.
Christianity arose for the purpose of lightening the heart; but now it must first make the heart heavy in order afterwards to lighten it. Consequently it will perish.
But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lie.
But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.[translation by Richard Howard]The eyes are blind. One must look with the heart…[translation by Katherine Woods][Mais les yeux sont aveugles. Il faut chercher avec le cœur.]
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
A philosophy without heart and a faith without intellect are abstractions from the true life of knowledge and faith.
