Nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts.
No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
No matter who you choose to go down the road with, you’re gonna get hurt. That’s just the nature of caring about someone. No matter who you love, they will break your heart along the way.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.[El corazón tiene más cuartos que un hotel de putas.]
Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you.
Life is going to give you just what you put in it. Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.
Let us leave hearts out of the question. Business is business, and business is not carried on with sentimentality like romances.[Laissons le cœur. Les affaires se font comme des affaires, et non comme des romans, avec de la sensiblerie.]
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them and nothing is outwardly apparent.[La joie pour les cœurs qui ont longtemps souffert est pareille à la rosée pour les terres desséchées par le soleil : cœur et terre absorbent cette pluie bienfaisante qui tombe sur eux, et rien n’en apparaît au dehors.]
