And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye
Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends
I spent it sitting next to Rosa’s tomb, speaking with her, accompanying her on the first part of her journey to the Hereafter, which is when it’s hardest to detach yourself from earth and you need the love of those who have remained behind, so you can leave with at least the consolation of having planted something in someone else’s heart
My heart always skips a beat whenever you say my name.
Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heart break makes you wiser. So thank past for a better future. Good morning.
Tears are words the heart can’t express
The teeth are smiling, but is the heart?
At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life.
"There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator." Brigitte Helm
"Like the shepherds of old, we need to say in our hearts, “Let us see this thing which is come to pass.” We need to desire it in our hearts. Let us see the Holy One of Israel in the manger, in the temple, on the mount, and on the cross. Like the shepherds, let us glorify and praise God for these tidings of great joy!"