He Has Stolen My Heart Quotes & Sayings

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.
- Ty from Stolen — Lucy Christopher

My heart has been stolen too - but I've gone and got it back every single time! — Salma Hayek

A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back. — Marissa Meyer

Despite the walls she surrounded herself with, the thief had somehow let her own heart get stolen. — C.L.Stone

He has captured my heart wholly and stolen my soul for eternity. — Nicole Reed

This is where my heart is. I was human when my heart was stolen by him,
and I was human when I longed to be by his side. — Atsuko Asano

Love? Yes, I do love. I never thought it was possible, hell, I never even thought about it as a Seeker. But you did something to me, Cassandra. You made me realize I still have a heart, regardless of what I'm made of. And you've stolen it because there is nothing I wouldn't do to be with you. But that includes staying as I am, even if I have the chance to turn. — L.J. Kentowski

One day a few houses appeared," said Toshaway. "Someone had been cutting the trees. Of course we did not mind, in the same way you would not mind if someone came into your family home, disposed of your belongings, and moved in their own family. But perhaps, I don't know. Perhaps white people are different. Perhaps a Texan, if someone stole his house, he would say: 'Oh, I have made a mistake, I have built this house, but I guess you like it also so you may have it, along with all this good land that feeds my family. I am but a kahuu, little mouse. Please allow me to tell you where my ancestors lie, so you may dig them up and plunder their graves.' Do you think that is what he would say, Tiehteti-taibo?"
That was my name. I shook my head.
"That's right," said Toshaway. "He would kill the men who had stolen his house. He would tell them, 'Itsa nu kahni. Now I will cut out your heart. — Philipp Meyer

She pulled away, breathless, but Kale couldn't let her escape. He'd breathe for her if he could, but his lips belonged nowhere but on hers. His hands had no home but on her skin. She'd stolen his heart and now that she was there, he could feel the rhythmic thump in his chest that signaled that he was alive. — Inger Iversen

Then I surrendered the innocent heart of my childhood and extended my hand to Satan. I walked into Hell, conversed with demons past, found my stolen tears and painfully wept, tasting those acrid drops. Shaking my fists to the heavens, I questioned my God many times, "I'm so disappointed in you, God. So disappointed," I sobbed. "You," I fought to catch my breath, "you forgot to tell the world I was supposed to be a princess, God, a princess! Somebody's princess. So disappointed, so very . . . — Kim Michele Richardson

She's stolen his tongue as well as his heart. All his words are for her. He can spare none for us. — Patrick Rothfuss

Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle. — Mary Renault

How important is the heart! It is there that character is formed. It alone holds the secrets of true success. It's treasures are priceless - but they can be stolen. — Charles R. Swindoll

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters,
my harlot heritage.

Marbles: lost, no rescue search.

Your heart: blooming thorns,
and a stolen grocery cart. — Virginia Petrucci

The memory was the only recording instrument of the great part of the population. Deeds and transfers were made permanent by beating young retainers so they would remember. The training of the Welsh poets was not practice but memorizing. On knowing 10,000 poems, one took a position. This has always been true. Written words have destroyed what must have been a remarkable instrument. The Pastons speak of having the messenger read the letter so that he could repeat it verbatim if it was stolen or lost. And some of these letters were complicated. If Malory were in prison, it is probably true that he didn't need books. He knew them. If I had only twelve books in my library I would know them by heart. And how many men had no memory in the fifteenth century? No - the book owned must have been supplemented by the book borrowed and thus by the book heard. The tremendous history of the Persian Wars of Herodotus was known by all Athenians and it was not read by them, it was read to them. — John Steinbeck

For her sex had always been about a borrowed connection. Wires patched together to make a unit long enough to transmit a message. That shared goal, those stolen moments when nothing else mattered but pleasure. When they ended, so did the link. The electricity faded.
That wouldn't be the case here. — Cari Quinn

I remain quiet. I am determined to close myself to the world, to tighten my heart and hold what has not yet been stolen from me. I cannot let myself slip away. I will hold what I am inside, and keep my hands tight around all the things I have seen and heard, and felt. — Hannah Kent

Tears have the value of gold on the scales of the human heart' and the weights do not ask whether it is found or stolen gold, or whether you had to sweat in the digging. — Ferenc Molnar

She had curled up with those books on more than one occasion, and yes, she had dreamt of a handsome, red-haired man of action, but it hadn't been Dead-Eye Dan, drat it all. She'd dreamt of Daniel Barrett, the man who worked her father's cattle, who trained the finest mules in the county, and whose sky-blue eyes could melt her heart with a single glance. Daniel Barrett had stolen her heart before she'd ever even heard of Dead-Eye Dan. I — Karen Witemeyer

My love is unique. No one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful girl alive. Just by passing, she has stolen my heart. — Tyne O'Connell

I've stolen a lot. Let me think about the best thing I've stolen. Stolen a lot of hearts. — Rob Huebel

He may have stolen my heart or had he taken my soul? I couldn't be sure but I refused to let him have my pride too. — Abbi Glines

It was only a hopeless fantasy,
it passed like an april day,
but a look and a word and the dreams they stirred
they have stolen my heart away. — George Orwell

My sweet Blaire. She had shown up and stolen a piece of my heart without opening her mouth. Then she'd consumed me. Taken it all. I had let her have it freely. — Abbi Glines

He knew that when he'd let Cheyenne lead him away, he'd lost his chance to find out the name of the girl who, without a single word spoken to him, had stolen his heart. — M. Leighton

My child, human love is an infinite resource. No matter how many times it is expended, whether stolen or given away, love can grow again - like a flower from a bulb - and fill your heart. — Brian Herbert

I open my eyes and for the first time stare openly at my own reflection. My heart rate picks up as I do, like I am breaking the rules and will be scolded for it. It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.
... Looking at myself now isn't like seeing myself for the first time; it's like seeing someone else for the first time. Beatrice was a girl I saw in stolen moments at the mirror, who kept quiet at the dinner table. This is someone whose eyes claim mine and don't release me; this is Tris. — Veronica Roth

C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your lips, and your eyes seemed to hold me captive."


~Tru~ — J.L. Clayton

My heart has been stolen by you. — Yukiru Sugisaki

The only man who has stolen my heart is my son. — Sandra Bullock

There's a little girl in this room and she's stolen my heart. For the second time." I — Leylah Attar

Your heart has stolen mine; two souls beating in time.
Yet you push me away-rejection a cruel slay.
I beg you to kiss me. Take me. Claim me.
Make me yours and put my fears at bay. — Pepper Winters

Once in every few publishing seasons there is an Event. For no apparent reason, the great heart of the Public gives a startled jump, and the public's great purse is emptied to secure copies of some novel which has stolen into the world without advance advertising and whose only claim to recognition is that The Licensed Victuallers' Gazette has stated in a two-line review that it is 'readable'. — P.G. Wodehouse

I cupped her chin and tilted it back, deepening the kiss, wanting to somehow claim her very soul. Funny thing was, it was my soul that was being claimed, my breath that was being stolen, and my heart that was pounding crazy fast in my chest. — Jennifer L. Armentrout