Quotes on My Heart

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

An infant prodigy of nine is shoved upon the stage in white. She starts off in a dismal whine about a dark and stormy night, a burglar, whose heart is true, despite his wicked-looking face, who puts the little child in doom, to save her mamma's jewel case. This may bring tears to every eye; it does not set my heart on fire. I'd like to stand serenely by and watch that horrid child expire.

The happiest moments my heart knows are those in which it is pouring forth its affections to a few esteemed characters.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Let the sun stop burning, _x000D_ _x000D_ Let them tell me love's not worth going through. _x000D_ _x000D_ If it all falls apart, _x000D_ _x000D_ I will know deep in my heart, _x000D_ _x000D_ The only dream that mattered had come true _x000D_ _x000D_ ...In this life I was loved by you.

And my heart springs up anew,_x000D_ _x000D_ Bright and confident and true,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the old love comes to meet me, in the dawning and the dew.

Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,_x000D_ _x000D_ Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.

She is coming, my own, my sweet;_x000D_ _x000D_ Were it ever so airy a tread,_x000D_ _x000D_ My heart would hear her and beat,_x000D_ _x000D_ Were it earth in an earthly bed;_x000D_ _x000D_ My dust would hear her and beat,_x000D_ _x000D_ Had I lain for a century dead;_x000D_ _x000D_ Would start and tremble under her feet,_x000D_ _x000D_ And blossom in purple and red.

Dearest Jesus, holy child, make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, within my heart, that it may be a quiet chamber kept for thee.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

It has been said that life has treated me harshly; and sometimes I have complained in my heart because many pleasures of human experience have been withheld from me...if much has been denied me, much, very much, has been given me.

Doing fine, thank you, I would say, never knowing how to talk about what I do. If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my heart. Some of them. Not all.

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.

I don't own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don't want to drown. My head is my heart's lifebelt.

I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.