Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

It's the notion that there is no perfection - that there is a broken world and we live with broken hearts and broken lives but still there is no alibi for anything. On the contrary, you have to stand up and say hallelujah under those circumstances.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.

My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

No one masters the heart.