by Liz Heather in


Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
— Edgar Allan Poe

by Liz Heather in


How glorious the splendor of a human heart that trusts that it is loved.
— Brennan Manning

by Liz Heather in


And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
— Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Mom Says

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Beware of the one whose eyebrows meet. In their heart there lies deceit.