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.
It’s not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them – the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.[Не ум главное, а то, что направляет его, – натура, сердце, благородные свойства, развитие.]
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Heart was made to be broken.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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.]
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.[Also known as:]Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
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.
