I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat.
Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.
Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and the more you love, the more it pumps out.
But flaming youth in all it's madness Keeps nothing of its heart concealed: It's loves and hates, its joys and sadness, Are babbled out and soon revealed.
Even knowing, as I do now, that grace, power, and, yes, love can hide the darkest elements of the human heart, I would do it all again.
Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity. You are God's lover, yet you worry what people are saying.
Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.
…the work of the (Muslim Sufi) dervish community was to open the heart, explore the mystery of union, to fiercely search for and try to say the truth, and to celebrate the glory and difficulty in being in human incarnation.
Her aunt Sol had once told Shai to smile at the worst insults and snap at the minor ones. That way, no man would know your heart.
I promise to keep you happy, safe, and in love - for as long as my heart wakes; and as much as you soul takes.
Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.
He may have stolen my heart or had he taken my soul? I couldn’t be sure but I refused to let him have my pride too.
Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.
It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.
Joie," he said with his lips hovering over mine. "What?" I felt my heart flutter. "Shut up," he muttered and then he kissed me.
We will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you." "You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done to me.
Is Hopper celebrating with you?” “Hopper? Why would—” My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. “Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.
Damn, you have no idea what I have been through today." "Actually I have a pretty good idea.
Whether it’s simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.
Moroi shied from sunlight, but as I watched the way it illuminated her, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.
Your perception of life is determined by experiences you allow take its abode in your thought pattern
