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

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.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

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

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.