When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
One love, one heart, one destiny.
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.