People's hearts are like wild animals. They attach their selves to those that love and train them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
People have hearts, they have kids, they get jobs, they get sick, they cry, they dance. They live, they love, and they die. And that matters.
Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well.
Heart is what drives us and determines our fate.
Our soft hearts are what tell us that, whatever the circumstances of birth, everyone must be given opportunities to do well.
There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.
People on the edge of love go with their heart and not their head.
The thoughts of those moved by natural human love are almost completely fastened on the beloved, their hearts are filled with passion for it, and their mouths full of its praises.
We live in bodies that are fearfully and wonderfully made, yet they are not immune to illness and pain. We have hearts that are capable of experiencing great love, but sometimes they get broken.
The human heart is the same the world over.
Everybody has a heart. Except some people.