My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Heart is what drives us and determines our fate.
Amazing, the poisons I used to put in my body. I used to love it.
Don't trust the heart, it wants your blood.
My sons have such a deep access to my heart.
Fool! Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.
I put my heart in my work.
Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
Purity of heart is to will one thing.