Quote by John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination - what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.
A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.
It is our imagination that transforms itself into reality, through our physical strength and endeavours.
When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm and active imagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food.
The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
This is from my heart, to thank you for everything you have done for me, for all the times I forgot to tell you how I feel about you and how happy I am that you are in my life.
Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.
Every year has brought us more love as a husband and wife, you are my heart's delight, and I can't wait to see what this year brings for us.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, heart and senses.
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart.
Of all the earthly music, that which reaches farthest into heaven is the beating of a truly loving heart.