The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness.

You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

Men are climbing to the moon, but they don't seem interested in the beating human heart.

There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.

Many a one commits a reprehensible action, who is at bottom an honourable man, because man seldom acts upon natural impulse, but from some secret passion of the moment which lies hidden and concealed within the narrowest folds of his heart.