God can do wonders with a broken heart if you give him all the pieces.

The same heart beats in every human breast.

The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.

God always fills in all hearts all the room which is left Him there.

What can the will do when the heart commands?

The deep sea can be fathomed, but who knows the hearts of men?

... the solitary pain that gnaws the heart.

There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.

People who have never had a broken heart will never understand dead roses, Tolstoy, airport lounges, Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor, neat brandy, the moon and drizzle.

The best remedy for a bruised heart is not, as so many people seem to think, repose upon a manly bosom. Much more efficacious are honest work, physical activity, and the sudden acquisition of wealth.