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Whenever I look at you, my heart swells with tenderness.

- People on their way in Express trains but they do not understand what they're looking for, so they do not know peace, rush in one direction and then the other... And all in vain... the Eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.

One minute in My incarnation I can't remember without horror: when I first heard My heart beating. This distinct, loud, with a sound that many talking about death but about life, I was struck by untried by fear and excitement. Everywhere they put their counters, but they can carry in their Breasts the counter, with the rapidity of a magician provivde seconds of life?
At first I wanted to scream and immediately rush down, still not used to life, but I looked at Toppi: this newborn fool quietly sleeve of his coat is clean your cylinder. I laughed and shouted:
Of toppy! Brush!
And we were both cleaned, and the counter in My chest counted how many seconds it lasted, and seems to be added. Then later on listening to his annoying ticking, I began to think: "No time!" That doesn't make it? I didn't know this, but two days frantically rushing to drink, eat, even sleep: the counter does not sleep, while I lie motionless carcass and sleep!

A woman's heart - like a deep ocean full of secrets...

I asked her if she's not balsamroot the hearts of their husbands and not wearing them on belt, like Marguerite de Navarre. She replied that it was impossible, because none of them had had any hearts.

The fight between Good and Evil occurs every second in every human heart, because the heart is the battlefield where the fighting angels and demons.

To understand the heart means to understand.

There are many ways to stop heart: shock, poor nutrition, cut the aorta (this is my favorite), but to make your heart beat - this is my first time.

The imperfection of life requires a cold heart.

Women can't keep secrets, but none of them will tell what's in her heart.

The risk for heart represent you.

Like a butterfly, heart needle
The memory of him.

Heart, not a broken love, not the heart.

Just don't take anything to heart. After all, what will, want to keep. And to keep nothing.