When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
I would gladly sacrifice ever loving again for freedom from the pain of an aching heart.
If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices
Go to your bosom; Knock there and ask your heart what it doth know…
The hardest part about being apart is living with half of my heart.
The first look between lover and beloved divides the intoxication of Life from the awakening. It is the first flame that lights up the inner domain of the heart.
My heart mostly hurts. Sometimes it doesn’t, but usually it does.