Jim Carroll Quotes

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

As Marilee and I were dressing, I whispered to her that I loved her with all my heart. What else was there to say? 'You don't. You can't,' she said.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.

Day just smiles at me, an expression so sad that it breaks through my numbness, and I begin to cry. Those bright blue eyes. Before me is the boy who has bandaged my wounds on the streets of Lake, who has guarded his family with every bone in his body, who has stayed by my side in spite of everything, the boy of light and laughter and life, of grief and fury and passion, the boy whose fate is intertwined with mine, forever and always. "I love you," he whispers. "Can you stay awhile?

That was all part of giving someone a piece of your heart; they ended up taking a whole chunk of your mind and reserving it all for themselves.

Beware how you give your heart.

Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.

She pulled away and looked at him. 'I kissed you and you left.' When Kat heard the pounding, she thought it was the beating of her heart. It was too loud, she thought. Hale was going to hear it; he was going to see it; and he was going to know how much power he had to hurt her.

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.

Because the thing about love is that we can't control whether we get it, but we can control whether we give it.

Yet what happened in fact? In the middle of the night John woke up and saw me sleeping beside him with no doubt a look of peace on my face, even of bliss, bliss is not unattainable in this world. He saw me—saw me as I was at that moment—took fright, hurriedly strapped the armour back over his heart, this time with chains and a double padlock, and stole out into the darkness.

Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. "You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is that it?" "Why not?" It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. "You brought me to mine.

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing in my life, didn't want one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

Despite his cynical exterior, he had a good heart-and Lissa owned most of it.

When we give ourselves in love we become our most vulnerable. We are never safe. We become open to disappointment and hurt.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

I held my heart back from positively accepting anything, since I was afraid of another fall, and in this condition of suspense I was being all the more killed.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.

It is a very vulnerable feeling to lose something very close to your heart or someone very dear to you.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

Your heart can break at any age.

I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.