A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.