One learns peoples through the heart, not the eyes or the intellect.
No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
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.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?
If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard; because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.
If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.
Hey, heart. Are you listening? You and I are officially at war.
Hearts don’t really break. If only they could.
Great thoughts and a pure heart, that is what we should ask from God.
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were – I have not seen. As others saw – I could not bring. My passions from a common spring – from the same source I have not taken. My sorrow – I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone – and all I lov’d – I lov’d alone.
Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.
