Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
The mind is always the patsy of the heart.
If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.
There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
The beauty of the past belongs to the past.
Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.