Heart Quote by Benjamin Franklin Download Open image “When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.” — Benjamin Franklin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Die Poets Heart Heart Moves Men Poetry Poets Poets Sung Tongue
When a man and a woman die, as poets sung, His heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
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... what is great poetry, after all, but the continuation of the human voice after death? — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
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Before Noah, men having only water to drink, could not find the truth. Accordingly...they became abominably wicked, and they were justly exterminated by the… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
Think of these things, whence you came, where you are going, and to whom you must account. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
In the affairs of this world, men are saved not by faith, but by the want of it. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
By heaven we understand a state of happiness infinite in degree, and endless in duration. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
How do you become better tomorrow? By improving yourself, the world is made better. Be not afraid of growing too slowly. Be afraid of… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
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The good particular men may do separately, in relieving the sick, is small, compared with what they may do collectively. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
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My heart jumps out of its cage to see what the fuss is about. Damn thing. Always so hopeful, but my voice hides it… — Sarah Wylie Copy Share Image
I love because there is not enough room in my heart to hate. — Rena Kornreich Gelissen Copy Share Image
“He didn't break my heart. No one can break your heart except you.” — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
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Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting. — Michael W. Smith Copy Share Image