Is not a woman's heart unfathomable?
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.
Sorrow may be a good thing for a woman's heart, but it is a poor cosmetic for her face.
Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.
An inconstant woman is one who is no longer in love; a false woman is one who is already in love with another person; a fickle woman is she who neither knows whom she loves nor whether she loves or not; and the indifferent woman, one who does not love at all.
Man may content himself with the applause of the world and the homage paid to his intellect, but woman's heart has holier idols.
And taking her friend’s hand, she put it on her breast, on that firm round covering of a woman’s heart which the male often finds so satisfying that he makes no attempt to find what lies beneath it.
Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?
The heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man.
A woman is faithful to her first lover for a long time - unless she happens to take a second.
It really is about the heart of a woman that makes her beautiful.
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.
Ah me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!
The deep sea can be fathomed, but who knows the heart of a woman?
A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
My video has a lot to do with the inside of a woman. Usually, exercise videos refer to exteriors only. They never talk to a woman where she lives - in her heart and soul. I do that at the beginning and end of mine.
A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seriously would probably be a good while finding herself in love and would require something beyond mere friendly attentions from a man before she would think of him in that light.
In the algebra of psychology, X stands for a woman's heart.
For a woman, love is the highest dream, and if a man promises to build a ladder tall enough to reach it, she believes him, hikes up her skirt, and follows him to the stars.
A woman's heart is just like a lithographer's stone; what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.
From a sensitive woman's heart springs the happiness of mankind, and from the kindness of her noble spirit comes mankind's affection.
In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul on the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless — for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.
A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.
