The heart was made to be broken.
It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them – the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
I am very smart. But not as strong-hearted as all the workers on earth for he toils endlessly and does it all to feed his family while I do it merely for solving an impossible puzzle.
To do something that you feel in your heart that’s great, you need to make a lot of mistakes. Anything that’s successful is a series of mistakes.
The tears come from the heart and not from the brain.
One learns peoples through the heart, not the eyes or the intellect.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
But were it told to me — Today — That I might have the sky For mine — I tell you that my Heart Would split, for size of me —