A wounded heart can with difficulty be cured. [Ger., Doch ein gekranktes Herz erholt sich schwer.]
My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?
But can they [great works] get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.
