A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
Never trust a sentimentalist. They are all alike, pretenders to virtue, at heart selfish frauds and sensualists. — Jack Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“It was hard to say which one was real – the face she showed the world during the day or the one… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
The films that I've made with my company Irish DreamTime are close to my heart. 'The Greatest' being one of them, and… — Pierce Brosnan Copy Share Image
Gratitude is born in hearts that take time to count up past mercies. they are the charming gardeners who make our souls… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Hula is the language of the heart, therefore, the heartbeat of the Hawai'ian people. — Kalakaua Copy Share Image
The drums of Africa still beat in my heart. They will not let me rest while there is a single Negro boy… — Mary McLeod Bethune Copy Share Image
We compliment weight loss, monitor our appetites, and shrink ourselves to fit some kind of standard. I wish we could all be… — Sark Copy Share Image
Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building; your head tells you, 'Idiot you're gonna die' but your heart… — Karina Barton Copy Share Image
For greatness is only the drayhorse that coaxes The built cart out; and where we go is reason. But genius is an… — Kenneth Patchen Copy Share Image
“What I'm going to miss the most after my Death, is my special, autodidactically learned Ability to meditate – namely masterminding the… — Sino Melo Copy Share Image
The human heart will seek to be known, understood, and connected with above all else. If you do not connect, the ones… — Henry Cloud Copy Share Image
Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,'… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened” — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
“She knew what she wanted and went after it by the shortest route...” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
