Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
We may reason on to our heart’s content, the fog won’t lift.
We all speak well of our hearts, we none of us dare speak well of our minds.[Chacun dit du bien de son coeur, et personne n’en ose dire de son esprit.]
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.
To follow the impulse of love and feeling is the secret law of every woman’s heart.[Agir par amour et par sentiment, n’est-ce pas la loi secrète des femmes?]
There’s many a good bit o’ work done with a sad heart.
There is no instinct like the heart.
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From it springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.
There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison.
There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.
