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Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

A heart that hurts is a heart that works.

Oh, come, Divine Physician, and bind up every broken bone. Come with Thy sacred nard which Thou hast compounded of Thine own heart's blood, and lay it home to the wounded conscience and let it feel its power. Oh! Give peace to those whose conscience is like the troubled sea which cannot rest.

The condition of the wounded touched my heart deeply.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.

I have a call to speak, to write, to do sort of deep-heart surgery in people's lives.