Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name suddenly your heart showed me my way

Ive never minded it he went on. Being lost that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew ones own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.

Ive never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously without any sort of goodbye without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past whether in life or revery he had heard their tale before.

Do you think because I am poor obscure plain and little I am soulless and heartless You think wrong - I have as much soul as you - and full as much heart And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself he would die. Maybe not immediately maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain but it would happen. You couldnt live for very long without a heart.

I wonder how many people dont get the one they want but end up with the one theyre supposed to be with.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.