It’s a tricky art, working with them in their purest form,” she mused. “Simultaneously simple yet infinitely complex.” It sounded like my relationship with Adrian.
She'd put her teeth in his heart, long ago, and he'd left the print there, evidence that he wanted her love. That he returned it.
This isn't a reasoned response to a configuration of stars, but the heart cannot flourish on logic alone. Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you don't overdose
...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...
...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...
The strongest soldier cannot balance long upon the blade that does divide his honor and his heart, and whatever way he falls, the cut will kill him.
...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...
Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart. “Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.
Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public.
We live through the belief of children...Regicide is , citizens. Inscribe in your hearts. The Great Pretend is a fragile construct.
The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.
Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when he hurt you so badly?” Kellan:“It was love because it was worth it.
I listen closely to her breathing getting slower, deeper until her hand settles over my heart, only beating for her. — Duke
Don’t you ever let another put their hands on something that’s already yours, because you might end up breaking your own heart.
A mental choice, absent a real heart change, is no choice at all. We couldn’t force ourselves to be something we were not. That just couldn’t happen. And it didn’t.
There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
His eyes ignited into a color found only in the heart of the sun. ‘‘Yes?’’ ‘‘Yes, already. I’ll marry you. Yes. Hell, yes. What am I, stupid?
I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
But despite the gloss and sparkle of the job (champagne breakfasts, gift bags from Bergdorf's) the hours were long and there was a hollowness at the heart of it that-I knew-made her sad.
It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.
