Francis Thompson Quotes

Though my heart is filled with feelings I want to convey You see, I can't express them in words If I had not met you I wouldn't even have such an embarrassing pain

They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings.

A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.

I know nothing and my heart aches

To have your heart in pieces while every other aspect of your life couldn't go better is a traumatic experience. In appearance, life is fine. But as you put your day in focus, everything turns grey. What happened made me realise that complete, absolute happiness doesn't exist.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

I am too dark in my heart tonight.

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you.

My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.

pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

I Know, I Alone I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.

I would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darling, than know the emptiness that your heart must hide.

She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.