“Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.”

“Methinks we must have known some former state
More glorious than our present, and the heart
Is haunted with dim memories, shadows left
By past magnificence; and hence we pine
With vain aspirings, hopes that fill the eyes
With bitter tears for their own vanity.”

“My ultimate intuitive clue in philosophy is that "God is love" and that the idea of God is definable as that of the being worthy to be loved with all one’s heart, mind, soul, and entire being.”

“Appearances are not held to be a clue to the truth," said his cousin. "But we seem to have no other.”

“Where does this road lead?
And where does it go from there?
Even if I imagine [the possibilities]
Of course, I have no clue.
I feel the more I wish to be strong
The weaker my heart becomes
In inverse proportion”

“Look, still is the sea and still are the breezes; but the pain in my heart is not still.”

“My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends?”

“sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.”

“Malebranche would have it that not a soul is left; we humbly think that there still are hearts.”

“Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.”