“I wish there was some method to transform all the agony in my imprudent heart to an energy source. It would have lit up the world till eternity!!!”
“I love you. He stabbed a thumb at his chest as he glared at her. Of course he did. Lucien had never hidden the fact. But the love of a friend, while comforting, was not enough anymore. It did not soothe the restless discomfort that pushed against her chest or quell the loneliness that seemed to grow within her each passing day.”
“The heart knows nothing except its own mind.”
“Dacă în tine dăinuie chipul unei iubite, pictat în inimă, îți este casă întreaga lume.”
“Chains chains that hold me to the ground chains that keep me solidly bound chains that tether my heart to you chains that only one truth...”
“Your heart is a powerful force. Use it consciously.”
“Listen to your heart, it speaks, hear its words”
“I like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if they were upturned from a glass. I like the way good madness feels. I like the way laughter always spills. That s the word for it. It never just comes, it spills. I like the word again . Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. I like the quiet sound a coffee cup makes when it s set down on a wooden table. So hushed. So inviting. Like morning light yawning through the window and stretching out onto the kitchen floor. I like the way girls lips look like they re stained with berries. I like the way morning light breaks like a prism through the empty wine bottles on our dusty apartment floor. Glasses empty except for the midnight hour. I like the way blueberries stain my fingers during the summer. I like the way light hits your eyes and turns it into a color that doesn t exist anywhere else other than in this moment. I want it all. I want the breeze to call my name as it rushes down my street, looking for me. I want to feel grass underneath my bare feet and I want to feel the sun kiss freckles onto my cheeks. I want to hear you yell hello as you make your way towards me, not goodbye as you have to go. That s just a little bit about me.”
“With all the global warming going around nowadays, it would only take the stubbornness of a mule and the patience of a sitting duck to achieve what no man has ever done before – namely melt the ice in a wax figure’s beaten heart that was chopped off and hidden 50 meters under the polar ice caps in Alaska, to protect it from feeling.”
“Heart-flow means listening to your intuition and hunches and following your heart. How can you let your heart lead today?”
“How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.”
“Don t pursue something with a vengeful heart, or it will destroy you. Hate wraps a cold hand around your heart and hollows you out. - Justus”
“A new heart for a New Year, always!”
“It didn t matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.”
“I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.”
“And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts, Their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids.”
“The human heart is like india-rubber; a little swells it, but a great deal will not burst it. If little more than nothing will disturb it, little less than all things will suffice to break it. As in the outer members of our frame, there is a vital power inherent in itself that strengthens it against external violence. Every blow that shakes it will serve to harden it against a future stroke; as constant labour thickens the skin of the hand, and strengthens its muscles instead of wasting them away: so that a day of arduous toil, that might excoriate a lady s palm, would make no sensible impression on that of a hardy ploughman.”