Once upon a time, a man and woman fell in love. But such things cannot last. For the heart is a treacherous thing. And love, love is nothing more than a fairy tale.
Think of the one place you’ve always wanted to see. Now find it in your mind’s eye, then feel it in your heart.
The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them… in here.[putting his hand to Harry’s heart]
The truth is… I gave my heart away a long time ago. My whole heart. And I never really got it back.
Nothing can survive without a heart.
Without hope or agenda – Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you.
What is it that makes us human? It’s not something you can program. You can’t put it into a chip. It’s the strength of the human heart. The difference between us and machines.
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Queen whose heart was broken in two. But even buried under ice and snow, love survives.
Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.
Loyalty, honor, a willing heart, I can ask no more than that.
You know, a heart can be broken, but it still keeps a-beatin’ just the same.
When it comes to the affairs of the heart, even the greatest warriors can be consummate idiots.
