#heart

Here we are at the bottom, almost empty. It's like confetti, these dried remnants you find in the street for a party no one invited you to. But they used to be, I can admit, part of something beautiful. ↗

— Daniel Handler

#heartbreak #love #beauty

To truly love someone you have to see their flaws. See the dark side. The things you don't like. ↗

— Lee Monroe

#lee-monroe #love

It's not the beauty in the face that makes people beautiful, wonderful, amazing , graceful or great, it's the beauty in a persons heart that makes everything beautiful and worth it. ♥ ↗

— Elena Toledo

#heart #love #beauty

I've learned by hanging out in Hollywood, where I disagree politically with most people, that most people's hearts are in the right place, and the only thing we have to argue about is the way to solve the problems. ↗

— Tom Selleck

#argue #disagree #hanging #hearts #hollywood

I would wake up in Moscow or somewhere else, my heart beating fast, feeling bitter and helpless. ↗

— Alfred Schnittke

#bitter #else #fast #feeling #heart

Who are you? What’s your name?” “Mi Mi.” “Do you hear that thumping noise?” “No.” “It must be here somewhere.” Tin Win knelt down. Now it was nearly next to his ear. “I hear it more and more distinctly. A soft pulsing. You really don’t hear it?” “No.” “Close your eyes.” Mi Mi closed her eyes. “Nothing,” she said, and laughed. Tin Win leaned over and felt her breath on his face. “I think it’s coming from you.” He crept closer to her and held his head just in front of her chest. There it was. Her heartbeat. ↗

— Jan-Philipp Sendker

#heartbeat #love #sounds #art

That's the beauty and mystery of life. You have to let it unfold on its own. If you are too rigid about how you want it to play out, you kill the essence of it. ↗

— Laxmi Hichkad

#beauty

You can employ men and hire hands to work for you, but you must win their hearts to have them work with you. ↗

— Merle Shain

#hands #hearts #hire #men #must

Expectation is the root of all heartache. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#heartache #root

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face