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Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

— Muhammad Iqbal

Sentiment: POSITIVE

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✓Similar Perspectives

Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.

— George Villiers

Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.

— Ovid

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

— John Donne

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

— Max Muller

You have to think hard with a tattoo. 'What will I love for the rest of my life?'

— Kate Upton

The mirror to the beautiful is beautiful.

— Said Nursi

We have fallen in love with the body. That's that thing that looks back at us from the mirror. That's the repository of that lovely identity that you keep chasing all your life.

— George Wald

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

— Lao Tzu

Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.

— Saint Bernard

✗Opposing Perspectives

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

— Karl Shapiro