“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”

“I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.”

“Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us.
Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on”

“It goes on, terrifyingly repetitive. One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.”

“Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds?”

“O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm
Of green days telling with a quiet beat.”

“You are… you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.”

“The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love they leave me breathless.
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all.
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat.”

“Well, the heart that hurts is a heart that beats.”

“I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.”