Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt. We show no more mercy to the affection that reveals its utmost extent than we do to another kind of prodigal who has not a penny left.

Sometimes, for the soul to thrive, the heart needs to be broken, son.

Le cœur de l'homme est un grand fripon!

The heart is blind. You can’t love unless you have the heart of a child. It’s beautiful, but it’s the thing that makes you vulnerable. And when this connects with the secrets you hold, it can create a distortion in the psyche.

Open your heart. Tear it apart.

What happens when you lose your heart's desire?

for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one.

You could not give up a human heart as you could give up drinking. The drink was yours, and you could give it up: but your lover’s soul was not your own: it was not at your disposal; you had a duty towards it.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

Keeping the door that leads to your heart ajar is destructive as univited guests would move in and trample on your feelings, leaving you in great pains, but closing it always is a sure way to spot out the destructive and innovative guests.

When you have lost your inns, you may drown your empty selves. For you have lost the heart of England.

A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.