A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.
When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it had missed the point.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Up to his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson.
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare be!
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
My heart Is true as steel. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails, And each by turns his aching heart assails.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.
Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.