Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
William GoldmanTag: love heart secret garden walls the-princess-bride buttercup hidden-treasure william-goldman
I hate you. I wish you was dead."
Mrs. Carey gasped. He said the words so savagely that it gave her quite a start. She had nothing to say. She sat down in her husband's chair; and as she thought of her desire to love the friendless, crippled boy and her eager wish that he should love her--she was a barren woman and, even though it was clearly God's will that she should be childless, she could scarcely bear to look at little children sometimes, her heart ached so--the tears rose to her eyes and one by one, slowly, rolled down her cheeks. Philip watched her in amazement. She took out her handkerchief, and now she cried without restraint. Suddenly Philip realised that she was crying because of what he had said, and he was sorry. He went up to her silently and kissed her. It was the first kiss he had ever given her
without being asked. And the poor lady, so small in her black satin, shrivelled up and sallow, with her funny corkscrew curls, took the little boy on her lap and put her arms around him and wept as though her heart would break. But her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.
Tag: happiness pain hate heart
There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.
Haruki MurakamiTag: honesty love heart secrets intent internal-self
Love is of all the passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses.
Lao TzuAnd when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts,
Their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids.
Tag: love heart understand
I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.
Pope John XXIIIwalaupun tidak ada hal lain di dunia ini yang bisa kau percayai, percayalah bahwa aku mecintaimu. sepenuh hatiku.
Ilana TanTag: heart
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.
Patrick SüskindTag: solitude soul heart reflection performance
No one can ever use his heart to listen or touch or feel or see or smell. It's just a lump of muscle pumping mechanically inside your ribs. It has no will and no ability to do anything but go on pumping until it gives up and withers away or is choked by some disease. Your spinal cord, on the other hand, feels. The central nervous system pours out from the spinal cord, and with it one feels pain. Pain is the most trustworthy sensation a human being can know because it teaches us what hurts. With the spinal cord, one can hear what will hurt, smell the sting of suffering, taste it, feel it, and see the world with new eyes. I learned a long time ago not to follow my heart, the hunk of meat flexing in the chest. I trust the tube locked up in a column of bone, the tube that shows me what pain is.
Joshua S. PorterTag: pain heart spinal-cord
How could you love something so destructive?" I ask.
"Because this wolf doesn't care if your heart is whole or not," you say. "It tastes just the same.
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