“ Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. ”
Source: The Broken Wings
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life, some rain must fall
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.