You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one!

I have so much of you in my heart.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

“Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”

“Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.”

“Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.”

“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.” – Lord Byron

“Absence – that common cure of love.”

“Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.”

“Who loves, raves.”

“The heart will break, but broken live on.”

“Constitutions have to be written on hearts, not just paper.”

So far as we know, Earth is the only planet which supports life, and it is the only planet on which we can survive. Our bodies and our minds are fashioned by it. Our hearts resonate with it. There will be little joy for the human spirit if we destroy the natural fabric of Earth with nothing left to do but go shopping. When we imagine the world a century from now, when we look our great grandchildren in the eye and see them smiling back at us because they know we cared for them, we smile too!

It is the small losses in life that cut one to the heart.

I thought you understood where I'd lost what you call my heart at the time.

To live is - to war with trolls In the holds of the heart and mind

To live is to war with trolls in heart and woul. To write is to sit in judgement on oneself.

“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. “

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

TRIGORIN Why do I hear a note of sadness that wrings my heart in this cry of a pure soul? If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it.