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Nothing is less in our power than the heart, and far from commanding we are forced to obey it.
Rousseau

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So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.

 

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The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Pascal

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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.



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They sin who tell us love can die.
Southey

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O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.

Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.


 

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It is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all.
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