“I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.”

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Terror made me cruel.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.

He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.

Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.

Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.

I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?

I broke something and realized I should break something once a week to remind me how fragile life is.

Your smile brightens the lives of all who see it. To someone who has seen a dozen people frown, scowl or turn their faces away, your smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds.

The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one’s own loneliness, how to communicate with others.

Open your mind, allow your feelings to be expressed, to be pushed out, and your heart will neither break nor burst, but be a free-flowing channel of the life energy in your soul.