#hear

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart. ↗

— Yann Martel

#heart #love #pain #dreams

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#disney #disneyland #dreams #fantasy #hearts

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#charms #dreams #heart #hidden #hopes

Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. ↗

— John Heywood

#impossible #nothing #nothing is impossible #willing

Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart, Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#heart #la-mancha #moon #neruda #nightingale

Follow your heart, but don't lose your mind along the way. ↗

— Zack W. Van

#follow-your-heart #knowledge #wisdom #dreams

Children are a wonderful gift. They have an extraordinary capacity to see into the heart of things and to expose sham and humbug for what they are. ↗

— Desmond Tutu

#children #expose #extraordinary #gift #heart

In the human heart there is a built-in obsolescence factor. It does not matter how powerful and influential you are, how much education you have, how selfcontrolled or holy you consider yourself—your heart, if you do not guard it, will break down. ↗

— K.P. Yohannan

#heart #weakness #education

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you? ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#hope #lochan #love #maya #love

And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#friendship