Heart quotes

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

The heart of mathematics is its problems.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.