Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

The worst thing thou has to fear is the treachery of thine own heart.

Be still, my heart, away with pain! Though passion stirs again In blood that now flows slowly And leads to paths once known, These paths you tread in vain For youth has flown.

Know thou that the love of thyself is more hurtful to thee than anything in the world.

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier;
I have seen worse sights than this.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be.

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds that blow through the starry ways,
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the lonely, majestical multitude.

Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru.

Tell me the news, again, whatever it is... sorrow and I are hardly strangers. I can bear the worst.

My heavy heart has gone this way before.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but — I hope — into a better shape.

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.

Have patience, heart.