My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like read more

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

Your heart is full of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout.

Your heart is full of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can read more

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

Only the heart without a stain knows perfect ease.
[Ger., Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz.]

Only the heart without a stain knows perfect ease.
[Ger., Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz.]

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of
the heart the spirit is broken.

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of
the heart the spirit is broken.

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is read more

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."