Quotes About Heart

One beautiful heart is better than thousand beautiful faces. So choose people having beautiful hearts rather than faces!

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?

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

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. For if you love me I will always be in your heart; if you hate me I will always be in your mind.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of the perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? DOCTOR: Therein the patient Must minister to himself.

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?

Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.