This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart, was something I had not experienced with any other woman.

I run, I run, I am gathered to your heart. But no, she thought, it's not like that. I am alone. I cannot reach anybody.

I touched the Waterford glass with my finger: and in its ring I heard the echo of a voice saying You do not really want your wife back after all. I answered the voice in my heart: a bond of this kind is deeper and stronger than wanting or not wanting. Wherever I am in the world and whenever I am I shall always be Antonia.

But her heart was hurting her with its violence.

Terrible sadness, dread, an agonizing desire for happiness swelled in his heart.

You die at heart from a withdrawal of love.

Mary held her heart, contracted into a point of agony.

His heart ached in such a familiar way, and the very familiarity of it pained him.

Of course Paula had revealed her trouble to no one. She preserved it in her private heart like the awful bloody arcana of a mystical religion.