I think if our hearts are still there we’re going to do it again. Just not in seven days,
That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.
I love hearts. They are symbols for life, love and humanity.
The dense fog manifests ever-living gravestones, the tunes of decadence, the hearts that were doomed to dance alone. Here lies untouched beauty, a brittle dream, an unseen sea-born nightmare, an isolated acheirous harf, fishbones without...
I don’t work in places with papier-m ché and cellophane hearts.
Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.
Millions of Spaniards have Catalonia in their hearts.
To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.