Voltaire Heart Quotations

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.

The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.

The ear is the avenue to the heart.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart.

Music is the pathway to the heart.

God prefers bad verses recited with a pure heart to the finest verses chanted by the wicked.

The road to the heart is the ear

The Bible. That is what fools have written, what imbeciles commend, what rogues teach and young children are made to learn by heart.

A yawn may not be polite, but at least it is an honest opinion.

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

Alas...I too have known love, that ruler of hearts, that soul of our soul: it's never brought me anything except one kiss and twenty kicks in the rump. How could such a beautiful cause produce such an abominable effect on you?

Sensual pleasure passes and vanishes, but the friendship between us, the mutual confidence, the delight of the heart, the enchantment of the soul, these things do not perish and can never be destroyed.

I have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts. What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? To caress the serpent that devours us, and hug him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts?